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Total pages in book: 82
Estimated words: 93284 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 466(@200wpm)___ 373(@250wpm)___ 311(@300wpm)

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Read Online Books/Novels:	Boomtown (Freebirds #1)
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Her I wanted to have a pity party of one when I went for that beer. I never imagined I would meet a dark and dangerous man. That man took me on the wildest ride of my life. Literally and Figuratively. He quickly became my entire world. Him I didn't know I was looking for her. I saw her warming that bar stool and knew she would be mine. A man like me doesn't deserve the likes of her. But damned if I didn't take it. Her When we met for the first time we didn't know that we already had a connection. A cruel game was being played, and we didn't know the rules. Sam would save us, but at what cost? Sam was one of my main reasons for living. If he wasn't in this world anymore, would I still want to be a part of it?
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Chapter 1

God. Could my week get any worse? I just turned twenty fucking five and still a virgin. No outing just for my birthday. No one here to celebrate with. No freaking career. Just a shit job for shit pay. I was really getting into my pity party; I even almost turned on the water works. I turned 25 today, and everyone I loved was away. My brother was in Iraq, my mom was in Kentucky doing the last day of her three month long travel nursing contract, and my best friend in the whole wide world was visiting her family in Colorado and I missed her flight. Deciding enough was enough; I made a split second decision and decided to celebrate by myself.

Time to go to Deacon's.

I put my best jeans on that make my ass look a lot smaller than it really is.

I put on a push up bra that make me look I have a solid B cup when in reality I’m barely an A. Throwing on a black ribbed tank with a skull and cross bones I dug into the closet for my better pair of cowboy boots and put them on. I gooed up my hair and dried it with the diffuser, adding a few stray bobby pins to keep it out of my face, I started on the minimal make up. I swiped on some mascara, a layer of lip gloss and headed out.

I jumped in my 1987 single cab long bed Chevy Silverado and drove to Deacon's.

Deacon's is not my usual hangout. Really I don't go out at all, so anything is actually not my usual hangout.

I parked my truck and headed into the building. I walked straight to the bar and ordered a Corona. Taking a seat, I contemplated my life. I ignored everyone and everything and just sat on my stool nursing my beer.

SAM

I needed a break from reality today. I needed to get away from the shop. I needed away from the reminder that I was a failure. We lost one today. She was on her way to Free, possibly only minutes away, but her father caught her and killed her before she could get to us. The team was as disappointed as I was, and we all dealt with it in a different way. Tonight was a whiskey kind of night.

I was on my second glass when she walked in. She had on jeans that hugged her ass, thighs and legs perfectly. They were the kind that looked like they had been worn a million times before. She wore a tank top that had skulls and crossbones across her breasts that just drew eyes to them. They were on the smaller side for my usual tastes, but they would fit into my hands perfectly. She had long curly blonde hair that just brushed the top of her ass. It would be perfect to sink my hands into and hold on while I pounded her from behind. I had only seen her for all of thirty seconds, but I knew she would be mine. She walked into the bar like she owned the place, sat down on one of the stools toward the end, and nursed the beer without acknowledging anyone.

I didn’t pick women up in bars, but she seemed different. Possibly because she didn’t seem like the type of woman to even be in a bar, or it also could be that she ignored every man in the whole place except for the bartender. She seemed to put off a vibe that said “Hands off” and it kept all the men at a distance.

The bartender placed her beer in front of her, and she chugged it better than any man could. She placed the bottle down on the bar top and stared at the label, picking at it with blunt fingernails.

The women I’m normally attracted to have perfect nails, perfect hair, and dresses. Their bodies are tight, with little fat to be seen on them. This woman had on nice clothes, but it didn’t look like she dressed to impress. It looked like she dressed for comfort, and I liked that. She also didn’t look like she got expensive manicures every day. Her body looked soft, like she ate what she wanted and didn’t give a shit what other people thought.

I got up and walked across the bar and took a seat next to her. She never even looked up. It made my lips twitch as I glanced at the bartender and gave him a nod in her direction and raised my finger for one more. He gave me a nod and placed the beer in front of her.

CHEYENNE

I saw someone take a seat next to me in my peripheral vision, but made no move to acknowledge whoever it was.

Another beer was slid to me from the bartender, and I looked up questioningly.

I hadn't ordered a second beer. He tilted his head to the side, and I looked in the direction he motioned. I looked to my left and saw a massive shoulder. It was covered in a skin tight black cotton t-shirt that looked like it had been washed quite a bit, but still held its black color without being faded. I followed the shoulder down to his forearms which were very tanned and studied a Rangers tattoo that dominated most of the inside of his forearm. It was very good work, and looked a lot like one that my brother had. I glanced at his hands and wondered if the saying was true, big hands big feet. Eyes trailing to his thigh that his hand rested on, I had a stray thought that his thigh could probably be described as tree trunk like. They were massive. I wondered how much he could squat, by the looks of it, probably a small car.

Looking up I spied a very well defined tummy and chest, which probably sported a six pack, if not an eight. He had a massive chest, and his shoulders were very broad. His neck was corded and thick, which made me want to lick from his collar bone to his jaw. Finally allowing my eyes to connect to his face, I noticed he could be described as beautiful, except for a jagged scar that ran under his right eye, right about where the football players wear that black stripe of paint under their eyes. That had to hurt like a mother. His nose was straight; lips were full, and his eyes. His eyes were beautiful, the color of a new shiny penny. Those copper colored eyes were pinning mine to his, refusing to release them.

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Highway Don’t Care Read Online Lani Lynn Vale (Freebirds #2) http://www.ilovenovels.com/highway-dont-care-2-read-online-lani-lynn-vale Sat, 11 Jun 2016 01:57:33 +0000 http://www.test123.demo2.xyz/highway-dont-care-2-read-online-lani-lynn-vale Genre: Alpha Male, Biker, Contemporary, Funny, MC, Romance Authors: Lani Lynn Vale Series: Freebirds Series by Lani Lynn Vale
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Total pages in book: 91
Estimated words: 105398 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 527(@200wpm)___ 422(@250wpm)___ 351(@300wpm)

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Her Snark. Jokes. Attitude. These were all things I used to disguise the hole in my heart. I'm not a happy person. I don't live life. I just exist. That is until that beautiful man rides in on his Harley Fat Boy and burns rubber on the way into my heart. Him My life's been no hayride either. Everyone I've ever loved in life has died or betrayed me. So I stay back and watch. Unless you're one of my brothers, you get nothing from me. I don't participate. I ride. I eat. I sleep. I work. And I repeat. That is until Ember stomps into my life with her bad attitude. She's all piss and vinegar, and makes me want to share my bike seat for the first time. Together They fight like cats and dogs. Don't see eye to eye on a single thing. They rant, rave, and yell. They bring out the best in each other. They heal each other's hearts and souls. They find what they were missing, even the things they never even knew they had. Everything is perfect. If you didn't count a gang, one of the biggest in the South, gunning for Ember. That, or the pure evilness that is Gabe's ex-girlfriend. Gabe will have to put his life on the line to save the one woman he loves, but will it be enough?
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Chapter 1

Sometimes you will never know the value of a moment until it becomes a memory.

-Dr. Seuss

Ember

Today had been a long day. It was the first day of two-a-day practices for the football team. I treated over fifteen kids for minor injuries they sustained during practice, and one major who suffered a concussion. The player was suffering from confusion and was transported to the local ER. My ass is officially dragging.

I loved being an athletic trainer. Since tearing three ligaments in my knee and being unable to go on my full ride volleyball scholarship to A&M, I’ve put every waking hour into keeping the athletes healthy, or getting back in fighting form.

My phone buzzed in my pocket and my heart soared, but then quickly deflated after I glanced at the screen.

Damn. It was Maximilian. My brother. Not that I didn't love and cherish him, but he just wasn't the one I wanted to hear from right now.

I wanted to hear from Gabriel. My heart longed to hear his voice, his husky laugh, his annoying tapping that he did incessantly, and hell, even the sound of him breathing.

Me being me, I’d thrown a bitch fit of all bitch fits and we haven’t spoken to each other in nearly a week. Every time the phone rings, I get my hopes up, only to have them come crashing down again when he isn't the one on the phone.

I hit ignore on the screen and shoved the phone back into the front of my shirt. My usual spot for my phone is in between the strap of my sports bra and the skin of my chest; I find that it holds in place great, even when I’m running. Since I’m in some sort of athletic type apparel nearly ninety percent of the time, I had to improvise on where to put things. Like putting my phone in my bra. I drew the line at storing money there. I’m sure the cashier taking my money wouldn’t think too highly of me if I started pulling out bills from my cleavage.

Cheyenne thought this was hilarious. She said I looked stupid because the phone was bigger than my boobs, but I took it in stride. I knew I had no boobs to speak of, but my ass more than made up for the lack of boobs. If I could transplant some ass fat into my boobs, I would be batting a thousand.

Cheyenne was my best friend in the whole wide world. She was my lesbian lover when an ugly guy hit on me during our nights out. She was the cheese to my macaroni. The ketchup to my scrambled eggs. She is the best friend that picked me up at the airport after a weeklong trip to England with a sign that said, “Welcome home, loser.” She was the perfect best friend; I wouldn’t trade her for the world. Except maybe for a night in Thor’s bed.

After rounding the corner, I noticed the flood light that normally blinded me when turning the corner was out. A wave of fear ran through me, but I pushed it back. Grow a pair Tremaine. However, I did pull my phone out, clicked the green phone app on the screen, and went to the keypad just in case.

I continued to walk and could see my car when it happened. A scuff of rocks on the sole of a shoe was the only warning I had before someone tackled me to the ground. Hard. My face smashed into the gravel, and I tasted dirt on my tongue.

The breath left my body in a whoosh. My head smacked against the asphalt with a sickening thud, and gravel bit into my arms and hands. Feeling seemed to come back all at once and pain burst through me. Everything hurt. My head, neck, arms, hands, pelvis, and knees.

The body that tackled me straddled my back pushing my face further into the gravel as he leaned down and put his mouth near my ear. His breath smelled like garlic and made me want to throw up. Bile came up my throat, and I clenched my eyes tightly shut.

"You shouldn't walk alone at night. Someone could really hurt you.” The man said.

The breath stalled in my lungs and all I could get out was a small whimper.

The man’s legs and one arm held me tight as he snuck his hand down between us. "Nothing to say bitch? No matter. I don't want you to talk anyway.”

I heard his belt buckle clink as he released it, and then the rasp of a zipper as it he pulled it down.

Fear blasted through me and I clenched my hands, clenching my eyes shut in denial. As I tightened my hand, it reminded me that I still had my phone. A shot of adrenaline coursed through my veins; I was amazed I was able to hang on to it through the struggle.

Doing some quick thinking, I held the button on the side of the phone and said, “Gabriel.”

Fetid breath invaded my nostrils, and my stomach revolted once again. "Isn't that an angel? I'm no angel bitch.”

"P-please don't h-hurt me. P-please.” I said to him. “I can go back in to the gym and get you some money. Or we can get in my car and I can take you to the ATM and get cash out for you. That's my car right there, in the corner where it says ‘AT parking only.’ I tried to give Gabriel as much information as I could about my whereabouts without being too obvious about it.

I hoped that he was on the line and was able to hear me even though the phone was under my legs.

"Shut up, bitch. Or this will be worse in the long run.” My attacker said.

With that statement, my bravado fled and I started sobbing.

My attacker must not have liked criers, because he hit me in the temple with his meaty fist and everything went black.

Gabe

I had the impact wrench in my hand unfastening some bolts on the exhaust manifold of a ’78 Roadster when my phone rang. I grabbed the red rag out of my back pocket and wiped my hands before I rescued it from my pocket.

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Another One Bites the Dust Read Online Lani Lynn Vale (Freebirds #3) http://www.ilovenovels.com/another-one-bites-the-dust-3-read-online-lani-lynn-vale Fri, 10 Jun 2016 13:57:33 +0000 http://www.test123.demo2.xyz/another-one-bites-the-dust-3-read-online-lani-lynn-vale Genre: Alpha Male, Biker, Contemporary, Funny, MC, Romance Authors: Lani Lynn Vale Series: Freebirds Series by Lani Lynn Vale
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Total pages in book: 85
Estimated words: 97275 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 486(@200wpm)___ 389(@250wpm)___ 324(@300wpm)

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Her I wanted him, but couldn't find the courage to have him. You know that feeling, the one where you’re too scared to go to sleep, too scared to go out, and too scared to do anything? Ever since my assault, I've been functioning, but not living. That was until I met that motorcycle riding man with such a deep gravelly voice that it sent shivers down my spine. He helped me through some of the darkest moments of my life. Him She was a cock tease pure and simple. Or so I thought. What I believed to be a game on her part, turned out to be a bone deep fear of everyday life. We helped each other cope, and slowly our friendship turned into something more. Them Circumstances broke the two of us apart just as we decided we wanted to be together. A vengeful woman sets out to ruin Max and anything he holds dear in his life. Payton has gone through so much in her life that enduring one more thing just might break her. Only Max taught Payton a few things. Never hold back. Never hesitate. Do something stupid, and always learn from your mistakes. Together, they can overcome anything.
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Prologue

No, I’m not on drugs. I’m like this all day, every day. Your welcome!

-T-shirt

Nine Months Prior

Payton

Normally the gym was torture for me. I had to go because my insurance required it if I wanted a better rate. So, every five out of seven days, I came here, forced myself to work out, and then steamed myself until I felt ten pounds lighter. Today, however, was entirely different. I was enjoying the day immensely. The reason for my enjoyment was the man that was currently in front of me.

I watched as the muscles in his arms flexed and bunched, pulling himself up into an extremely controlled pull up. The mirror he was doing said pull-ups in front of showed off his well-defined chest and abdomen. Each time he went up into another pull up, the muscles of his abdomen would bunch, and the two lines known as the “V” of the stomach stood out in stark relief. Each revolution was done with such precise movements, motion, and time that he almost looked inhuman.

I watched from my perch on the mountain climber machine as he stopped his pull-ups, readjusted his grip, and started the whole process all over again. This time, instead of his hands close together in the middle, they were wide and gripped at the very edge of the pull up bar. The muscles in his back worked out more this way, and I stared mesmerized, as was every other woman in the gym today.

I was the only one actually working out though. All the others had their hair down in long sleek sheets down their back, in their cutesy little workout pants and tops. You could tell they weren’t serious about actually working out. If they were, they wouldn’t have had their hair down, nor would they be decked to the walls with makeup.

I looked like a damn bag lady next to these women.

Dressed in sweat pants and a t-shirt that I cut the sleeves off, I stood out like a shining beacon compared to everyone else. My hair was in a ponytail, but half of it was falling down into my eyes and sticking to my forehead. Sweat was pouring down my face, chest, and ass. I had a nice sweat stain going underneath my bra that showed half-moons where my boobs sat against the shirt.

I was four feet eleven and a half inches of semi-toned muscle. I say semi because I was really only working out so I could eat what I want. I was very serious when it came to food. If I didn’t work out, then I would turn into an Oompa Loompa in no time.

Another reason I was here was that I had to be. If I didn’t, things didn’t work right on my body. I worked my ass off to get my body back into somewhat decent physical shape. My body still ached when the weather changed, my tummy was still slightly rounded, and my ass didn’t sit as perky as it used to, but I could get by. Just over a year and a half ago, I was attacked outside the restaurant that ex-boyfriend had taken me to for a night out on the town. While he was able to get away from the men, I wasn’t so lucky.

Months of rehab, followed by my own strenuous workouts, got me back to being able to walk without a limp. It didn’t do anything for my mind though. I was still as scared today as I was in that parking; gravel digging into my skin. Sirens didn’t normally produce a shot of happiness to launch through my veins, but that night it did. I was never so happy to see an ambulance in my life.

Max dropped down from his pull up bar, and walked across the gym in all his shirtless glory. He spotted me instantly, and of course, he couldn’t let an opportunity like this to go to waste. He sauntered up to me with his bulging muscles and cocky personality. The ass knew he looked good, and he made sure to smile at every single woman who was hanging out in the weight section of the gym. I gritted my teeth and tried to ignore him, but he just leaned against the wall and waited me out until I finally caved.

“What do you want, Tremaine?” I panted.

“Nothing. You look a little hot there, Alvarez!” He countered.

“I’m hot. Isn’t that the point of the gym? These,” I said nodding to the women who still weren’t working out, “Fakers aren’t even here to workout. Hell, I don’t even know why they’re here. No, I take that back. Obviously it’s to sit here and look pretty, to take up space, and to make all the uglies like me feel inferior next to their mile long legs, and tits that could put Dolly Parton to shame.”

Max found me amusing, and burst out laughing. Which in turn drew all of the women’s eyes again. They looked upon me with disdain, and then turned their gazes back to their fake workouts. I mean who the hell works out with only the bar while lifting weights? What’s the freakin’ point?

Muscles burning and trying not to cry, I stopped climbing and practically fell off the machine as I tried to step down on my left foot. My ankle gave out, but Max stopped me from toppling to the ground in a boneless heap.

“Maybe you should stop a little earlier next time. You don’t want to overwork yourself.” He said in that annoyingly deep voice.

Of course, he would think I’m inept. Which couldn’t be further from the truth. I disentangled myself reluctantly from his body, and started walking out of the weight area to the locker room. Just as I reached for the door handle, Max’s large hand slammed down above my head and boxed me in.

I turned around slowly, and my breath hitched when I found myself staring at his sternum. What a nice sternum it was, too. Reluctantly, I let my eyes wander up past his dog tags, up his thick neck, past his stubborn jaw, quickly skipping over his kissable lips, and settled on his eyes. They were filled with humor, and my temper came sparking to life.

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Last Day of My Life Read Online Lani Lynn Vale (Freebirds #4) http://www.ilovenovels.com/last-day-of-my-life-4-read-online-lani-lynn-vale Fri, 10 Jun 2016 01:57:33 +0000 http://www.test123.demo2.xyz/last-day-of-my-life-4-read-online-lani-lynn-vale Genre: Alpha Male, Biker, Contemporary, Funny, MC, Romance Authors: Lani Lynn Vale Series: Freebirds Series by Lani Lynn Vale
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Total pages in book: 81
Estimated words: 94716 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 474(@200wpm)___ 379(@250wpm)___ 316(@300wpm)

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Her She’s the definition of lost. Doesn’t know her name? Check. Cruelly beaten within an inch of her life? Check. No memory of anything that's happened since she woke up from that beating? Check. Losing a child she doesn’t remember conceiving? Check. She hasn't felt anything but lost in a very long time. Then an old biker tells her danger is on the horizon. He sends her to a man that she instantly feels a connection with. A bone deep connection. Him He’s the definition of despair. After the death of his young wife while on a tour of duty in Afghanistan, he hasn't seen the appeal of participating in the world around him. He’s lost the only thing he ever loved. He’s been a shell of the man he once was. His only escape from reality is feeling the wind in his hair, going as fast as he can get his old Harley to take him. That’s the only time he can push his demons back far enough to feel peace. That is until she screams his name.
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Prologue

Winter

I heard the door jingle behind me, but ignored it in favor of my Coke. I'd had a very bad day. My mother was a total and complete bitch. She'd thoroughly embarrassed me in front of the entire school today, and I was completely done with her. After graduation, this Friday, I’d be leaving this shit hole place and never looking back. Money or not, I was gone.

I hit the last dregs of my Coca Cola and placed my empty on the bar counter with a crack. Mr. Stoker acknowledged me with a nod of his head, and went back to helping his customer, while keeping his gaze partially trained in my direction. I felt bad for my outburst as soon as I did it, smiling sheepishly at him before he turned away again.

I was constantly replaying the event in my head. My freakin mother decided to come to my senior awards ceremony drunk and high off her ass. Why she decided to play the caring parent today, of all days, was beyond me. The woman was most likely mentally unstable; not that she would ever see someone to confirm it.

All she had to do was wait one more week and she would have had a perfect ten out of ten in the crappy parent who missed everything department. Of course, that would be my luck. I was probably the unluckiest person on the planet.

She’d walked into the room just as I was walking across the stage to accept my award. The door hit the cement wall with a bang as she burst through the gym door. She practically fell through it in her haste. Laughing and carrying on as if she didn't just interrupt a ceremony that housed every single one of my peers and their parents. It was bad enough that they suspected she was a shitty parent, but to have her confirm it was another thing.

She made it about halfway down the main aisle when she spotted me on the stage. She yelled and hooted so loud that I could feel heat rising in my face. Utter and complete embarrassment consumed me.

About five steps passed before she went down, threw up on herself, and then started sobbing about my father leaving her with nothing but two snotty kids to take care of. They weren't even hers, blah, blah, blah. Same story, different day.

I didn't wait for help; I yanked my award out of the stunned principal’s fingers, hopped off stage, and hauled my mother up to her feet by her overall straps. Wasting no time in blowing the place, I ran out the side entrance and listened to the alarms shriek until I closed the door behind us with a click.

Not knowing what the hell to do with her, I finally decided on just throwing her in her car and letting her fend for herself. I’ve cleaned up after her for the last time. I needed some advice, which was how I ended up at Stoker’s.

Stormy, my twenty two year old sister, works as a barmaid at ‘Stoker's Bar and Grill.’ Mr. Stoker’s, literally, the most awesome man on the planet. If I could adopt a father, he would be the one I would choose. I could probably take a bat to the booze lined up on the back wall, shattering every last bottle in a fit of rage, and he wouldn't bat an eyelash. He'd only grab the big ass broom and dustpan, then start cleaning up my mess.

Not that I'd do a thing like that. Well, not to Mr. Stoker anyway; but there’re only so many things I can take before the red headed temper takes over.

My sister passed me, a cloud of her perfume trailed in her wake. I couldn't help but gag a little at the noxious smell. The girl insisted on using the most insufferable scents to ever grace the planet. They probably didn’t smell bad to most people, but they turned my stomach. Even the candles she burned at home, at times, made me nauseous.

She passed me again, and then was back in a flash, setting food down in front of me. I thanked her profusely and dug in.

"So, tell me what happened.” Stormy insisted, as she took her seat.

Knowing she wouldn’t let me eat until I spilled the beans, I told her the whole embarrassing thing.

"You're shitting me!” She fumed.

She stared at me flabbergasted. I nodded my head, confirming that I was, in fact, not shitting her.

"That crazy bitch. I cannot believe that...” She trailed off.

I ignored her though. She'd set the most delicious plate of nachos down in front of me that I'd ever had the pleasure of tasting; ignoring them during my recap of the day’s events was as close to torture as one could get. The queso slid off the chips in a gooey mess, and I couldn't help the moan of pleasure that escaped me at the taste.

Devouring my last bite, I licked each of my fingers, releasing each one with an audible ‘pop.’ Then my eyes moved to my sister’s plate. I wondered if she was going to finish them.

Stormy kicked me hard under the table, and my head snapped up. Glaring at her, I hauled my fist back and punched her in the arm, leaving a cheesy residue on her black polo shirt.

“You bitch!” She whisper yelled at me.

She kept glancing off to her right, but my phone dinged in my pocket, and I pulled it out instead.

I gasped at what I saw. “No way!”

My fellow computer geek, Andie, was showing off her newest acquisition. Her parents bought it for her graduation gift. It was the newest laptop computer with all the bells and whistles; it had enough memory on the drive to run the United States of America. Well, maybe not that much, but still, it was more than enough.

“Look how much memory this has!” I squealed to Stormy.

She, of course, ignored me like always. She could give two shits about a computer. “You’re such a loser.”

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Texas Tornado Read Online Lani Lynn Vale (Freebirds #5) http://www.ilovenovels.com/texas-tornado-5-read-online-lani-lynn-vale Thu, 09 Jun 2016 13:57:33 +0000 http://www.test123.demo2.xyz/texas-tornado-5-read-online-lani-lynn-vale Genre: Alpha Male, Biker, Contemporary, Funny, MC, Romance Authors: Lani Lynn Vale Series: Freebirds Series by Lani Lynn Vale
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Total pages in book: 98
Estimated words: 114647 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 573(@200wpm)___ 459(@250wpm)___ 382(@300wpm)

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Him James had plans for his life. Those plans were derailed by the surprise arrival of his daughter. His life revolved around her. Then she arrived with her beautiful brown hair that was made to wrap around his wrist, and a butt that was to die for in a tight pair of jeans. Nevertheless, he didn't need any more drama in his life. His ex-girlfriend was stirring enough of that up for ten women. Yet, there was something about her that soothed his soul. Her Shiloh’s made it her life’s mission to protect the innocent children she can from the big, bad, scary things that lurk in the darkness. She has an inane curiosity for life and craves knowledge. Which is why when she starts poking around in her father’s business, she inadvertently starts something in to motion that threatens her very existence. Her father, the one man that was always supposed to be there for her, drops her off with a brother she never knew she had and leaves. Making her question the father she obviously never really knew at all. Then she meets him, and she doesn't think her life’s so bad after all. The sexy biker turned SWAT officer sets her nerve cells to igniting, and she relishes in every single second of it. Him He knew life could change in an instant. One soul crushing instant. When he’s presented with the aspect of losing Shiloh before he’s ever even had her, he decides it’s time to grab life by the handlebars and ride it like he stole it. Then that threat not only touches his woman, but his daughter. And there’s no power on God’s green earth that can protect them from a father’s wrath.
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Chapter 1

You can tell a woman’s mood by watching her hands. For instance, if she’s holding a gun, she’s probably angry.

-Earl Dibbles, Jr.

Shiloh

I sat in the wooden chair twiddling my thumbs. I was cold, tired and hungry...not to mention a tad bit angry. Glancing down at my watch and realizing I’d been here for nearly an hour and a half with still no sign of him, I finally gave up and stood to leave. Work came first or I didn’t pay my bills.

Hesitantly, I started to leave.

Except I didn’t get too far.

“Hold her.” Winter said as she thrust the tiny little baby in my arms when she came barreling into the office.

Winter was the wife of one of my brother’s men, Jack.

Jack and Winter got married when they were both young, and were ripped apart after only being married for a month.

She had a shock of red, curly hair, and she was a paramedic for the Kilgore Fire Department.

Following the frazzled woman, I entered the office and stared. I’d been in there earlier, but with no one answering, I felt uncomfortable about staying inside and I sat on the chair that was propped outside the office instead.

Once her hands were free, she started pacing like a caged, rabid porcupine ready to attack with the phone to her ear. If steam were anatomically possible in a human’s body, it’d be coming out of all her orifices right about now.

The sound of a big truck backing up filled my ears, and I glance to the side and stilled.

“Holy cow! What happened to that bike?” I asked

Winter’s eyes flicked from the paper she was reading to the window, studying the tow truck that was bringing in the mangled hunk of metal.

“I haven’t the slightest idea. What the heck do they expect Free to do? They’re mechanics, not miracle workers.”

Cat stirred in my arms at the sound of her mommy’s voice, but with a little jiggling and bouncing, she slipped peacefully back into sleep once again. “I’ve got to go, Winter.”

The sound of my voice was booted out into left field when Winter’s voice rose to an almost too high octave.

After listening to a few seconds of her conversation, I surmised that she had a reason to be pissed. Winter was currently on the phone with her cable provider while trying to sort out why five hundred dollars’ worth of porn was charged to her monthly account.

“No, you listen to me, jack wad. I’ve never watched a porn in my life. I don’t need porn with the hunky piece of man flesh I have in my bed. If I’m in the mood for porn, all I have to do is watch him move for 2.4 seconds and I’m gone. I have no need for ...” She said picking up the bill that was crumpled and scrunched up from her tirade. “Throbbin’ Hood, or an Edward Penis Hands.”

I stifled my giggles, or at least tried to, but I wasn’t successful. Winter’s glare in my direction didn’t relieve me of them either. Only made me laugh all the more.

I stopped when Cat started to squirm, but the smile stayed on my face.

Winter made a shooing motion with her hand telling me to go while she listened to the man on the line. Winter’s face got darker at whatever the man said, and I decided now would be a good time to leave since she looked like she was ready to lose her shit.

Grabbing Cat’s blanket from the chair, I wrapped it around her tight and then cradled her close to my chest as I exited the office into the fresh morning air. Today was a nice day for Texas at sixty-two degrees, but I knew it wouldn’t last long. It never did.

Texas had two seasons. Summer, and not summer. For October, this was fairly normal temperature at seven thirty in the morning. By noon, it’d likely be in the nineties. The black clouds in the sky also had something to do with the temperature. We were in for one heck of a storm according to the Channel 7 weatherman, Mark Scirto.

I’d gotten a Thundercall from them not even ten minutes prior telling me that the storm was headed for my neighborhood. I’d been ecstatic when I found out that the local news did that. Back in Galveston, they had something similar, but still different enough that it was a novelty.

In Galveston, they’d call when the hurricanes were approaching.

The sharp crack, crack, crack of the tow truck’s bed being pushed up and lowered to the ground drew my attention, and I watched and winced as they let the motorcycle practically drop to the ground.

“This where you want it?” The operator asked from the controls.

James, the unbearably hot man I’d had a crush on since I met him eight months ago, came from the other side of the tow truck grumbling, and my heart started pounding a mile a minute. That man was sexy.

Today, he was in coveralls that were only half way on, tied by the arms at his trim hips. The bottom parts of the coveralls were covered in grease, which clearly showed that he’d done quite a bit of work today already. A black wife beater showed off his excellent upper body, allowing the tattoos on his muscular arms to be seen perfectly. His hair was a deep rich blonde that was cropped closely to his head, and he had a beard.

Although it didn’t look like much, it had to be as long as his hair all the way around. Normally I didn’t do beards, but this man sure could pull one off with excessive ease.

“Well, since you already dropped it on the ground, guess it’s there to stay, isn’t it old buddy?” James rolled his eyes as he wiped his hands with a red rag.

“Sorry, man. It’s not like I can do much with this one. No wheels. Ya know?” He shrugged.

“Yeah, I do know.” James said gruffly.

Turning away from the emotion I saw on his face, and totally avoiding thinking about what the man did to me, I walked further into the garage, studiously ignoring the sign that said ‘Personnel Only.’ and kept scanning the garage looking to see if my brother was in there.

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Her Blaine didn't understand the true meaning of lonely until she spent her first Christmas away from her husband. She was never one to believe in love at first sight. Then she met Elliott while he was on leave from the Army. From that moment on, they loved fiercely, and never wasted a day. She knew that deployment was a very real possibility… one that scared her to death. Him When the orders are handed down, he has to go, leaving his new wife at home while he risks his life half a world away. Elliott did his best. He loved Blaine with his whole heart, but he had a responsibility to his team and to his country. Regrettably, that meant being away from Blaine Christmas after Christmas, year after year. Her Blaine made the best of her situation, and did what any good military wife should do, even if it tore her to pieces to do it. She stood by her man. Years go by, but one thing holds true. They’re meant to be. Blaine and Elliott have a love like no other, and time and distance will never change that.
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Prologue

Lumbersexual- a sexy beast of a man who has a very fine beard.

-Elliott’s self description

Elliott

I walked stiffly into the plane, my eyes scanning the cargo hold for an open seat. I found one, and started walking toward it. It, of course, was the only one left. I’d been late as per my usual.

I dropped my bag at my feet once I arrived, tired beyond belief.

This had been one hell of a year, and if I never saw a piece of sand again, it’d be too goddamned soon.

“Ready for a long ass plane ride?” My commander, Lane, asked.

Did I have a choice? It was the only way to get home!

Sitting down in the seat next to him, I strapped my ass into the most uncomfortable seat on the planet and settled in for a long, long plane ride.

The bastards were never comfortable, and I had no clue why it always came as a surprise to me.

No matter how uncomfortable I was, there was one thing that made it okay.

I was going home.

“You’re sleeping already?” Lane asked.

The eyes I hadn’t been aware that I’d closed opened and glared at him, causing him to chuckle.

I closed my eyes and let my head fall back. “Sure am. I haven’t slept in over twenty-four hours, and I’m about to see my woman. Sleeping makes the time pass faster. Oh, and I’ll need to catch up on my rest. I foresee a long night in my near future.”

“You’re so pussy whipped,” Lane chuckled.

I shrugged. “Pussy whipped implies not wanting to be controlled by your woman. I, on the other hand, have no problem with being controlled by my woman.”

I yawned and stretched my legs out in front of me. “Night.”

My dreams went to where they normally went when I dreamed.

Blaine.

Chapter 1

I asked my friend why she wore floral panties, and she explained it was in memory of all the men who’d been buried there.

-E-card

Blaine

“I’ll be there in an hour, I just need to stop by the house... oh, shit,” I gasped, as I yanked the wheel of my Jeep to the side sharply.

The phone I’d been talking on fell from my fingers into the crack between the seat and the console when I let go to clutch the steering wheel with both hands.

Having both hands on the wheel made no difference, though. A useless gesture.

I had no control over it.

Within the first three seconds of being off the road, the steering wheel jerked and slanted, ripping from my fingers and going in one direction. No matter how hard I tried, it wouldn’t stop heading for the one thing I was sure was going to stop the Jeep cold, and very likely kill me.

Towards the large trunk of a pine tree the size of a small house, and about twice as tall as a telephone pole.

“Oh, hell,” I whispered, and the world went dark.

***

Elliott

I was driving down the road that would lead me to my parent’s house when a Jeep, the same color as my own, caught my attention.

It nearly looked the same as mine as well, except mine was a few years older and was sitting on 35 inch tires with a six inch lift, whereas the other one was still stock.

If I wasn’t watching so closely, I would’ve never seen the deer that ran out in front of the other Jeep.

I would’ve never slowed in time, and I would’ve been taken out since the other jeep swerved sharply to avoid hitting the deer.

In a series of events that almost happened too fast for my eyes to see, I watched in helpless horror as they all played out before my eyes.

The right front tire blew, causing the jeep to swerve sharply in the opposite direction it’d been headed, and crossed the road in front of me, taking out the deer with the back of the jeep, as it spun 360 degrees.

It lurched to a bone-jarring stop when the front of the Jeep came into contact with a fifty year old pine tree that’d been there since before time.

“Motherfucker,” I breathed as I pulled over quickly, jumped out, and started running towards the mangled vehicle.

At first, I thought I was seeing things when a pert, muscled ass covered in a tight black skirt, started to make its way out of the passenger side window.

Then she fell out, and I was faced with one of the shortest women I’d ever seen in my life.

Holding a camping axe with blood running down her face.

“Whoa,” I said as I held my hands up in order not to scare her.

She blinked at me. “Did you see where she went?”

I cocked my head to the side and tried not to think that the woman in front of me was bat-shit crazy, but I failed. “What do you mean, she? Are you all right?”

She huffed. “The deer, boy. Where’d the deer go?”

Boy?

Did she just call me boy?

The little spitfire had to be the cutest thing I’d ever seen.

She was all of five feet tall, at the most, and her cute pink blonde hair, although matted with blood, was still in perfectly curled shape surrounding her face.

The shirt she was wearing was slowly being ruined by the steady drip of blood from the laceration on her forehead, but that didn’t seem to bother her any.

“How about you let me drive you to the hospital?” I asked as she started to pass me.

When I held my hand out, she jerked her arm away from my touch and started walking purposefully in the direction of the road.

“I’m fine. How about you just let me see where that deer went, and we’ll talk more later?” She offered congenially.

I barely suppressed the urge to laugh at the woman.

Like I’d leave her here when it was very likely that she had a concussion.

Fishing the handkerchief I kept in my pocket out, I held it out to the woman. “You have blood running down your cheek and staining your white shirt.”

She looked down and gasped. “No! I just bought this shirt. Shit! He’s so going to never let me forget this.”

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