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Total pages in book: 47
Estimated words: 46143 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 231(@200wpm)___ 185(@250wpm)___ 154(@300wpm)

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Candyman is not the man to build forever on.
All he's ever known is the freedom of the road, his club, and the camaraderie of his brothers.
Women had only one use and they could come or go, he didn't really care.
As long as he got what he wanted, he'd prefer they disappear.
Until Izzy.
She changes everything.
When she turns him down.
He takes the choice out of her hands.
Izzy is his. She might fight him, but that's just going to make it more interesting for him.
(Working Blurb)

Over the top alpha
no cheating
HEA

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1

HOW TO NOT LOSE YOUR VIRGINITY TO A MAN WHORE

IZZY

“I’ve missed you.”

I jump slightly when I hear his voice. I wasn’t expecting anyone to be here—especially him. I take a deep breath and turn around to see the man I’ve been thinking about nonstop. A man I have no business letting get to me.

“Candy-boy. I didn’t think I’d see you here today.”

He smirks at my reworked nickname for him. I shouldn’t like the sparkle in his eyes, but I do—way too much. I don’t know what it is about this guy, but I can admit I’m drawn to him. Then again, I’m also drawn to chocolate, and if I ate it like I wanted to, I’d weigh five hundred pounds. Just because I like it doesn’t mean I’m going to indulge. It’s a hard lesson I learned from my childhood and one I still use today. I was what some around me used to refer to as pleasantly plump. God, I hated those words. I was in the fourth grade and weighed a hundred and twenty pounds. I was also five-six and had C-cup breasts. I began to hate my body, and as the girls in my class mocked me and the boys would whisper, snicker, and flip my bra strap, I began a downward spiral when it came to my self-worth and appeal. My immediate family loved me, but they did not know the hell that I lived through—especially the one inside my mind.

“Griff was going to bring Savage, but when I found out you were in, I came.”

I frown, letting my gaze move up and down, taking him all in. You’d be stupid not to admit that the man was hot as hell. I wasn’t usually attracted to men with lighter-colored hair. I could admit, however, that blond hair looked damn good on Caleb. I sigh because I remember his first name, even if I shouldn’t. I pretty much remember everything about him because I dream about the asshole a lot. I hate that I do, but it’s out of my hands. It’s his fault. He seriously looks like a Greek god, with long blond hair that falls just below his shoulders. It’s got a wave and curl to it that most women pay a fortune to create at a salon. His ripped body is covered in ink, and his face looks as if it was chiseled out of stone that was blessed by the gods.

He's perfection—everything that I’m not.

He’s also a player and nothing I can have. I have goals and set timelines to achieve them. I don’t have time to take a walk on the wild side. Besides, whatever Caleb’s interest in me is, it’s not the relationship I want for my future. He sees wild sex and a woman who knows the score and the ways of a biker.

He doesn’t realize that what he’d get with me is a woman who knows his world and wants to remain on the outside of it. A woman who plans on being a damn good doctor and trauma surgeon. A woman who wants a strong, steady, dependable man. A man who won’t stray and will devote himself to me and our two-point-five children.

That thought makes me smile. I read an article once that said the average happy life equates to a house in the suburbs with a picket fence, two-point-five kids, and a pet dog. I don’t know how you achieve the two-point-five. I figure it’s an average of all the families polled, but the thought makes me giggle. For my part, a devoted, stable husband, two kids—a boy and girl—and a family dog is definitely my long-term goal. Short-term? I just want to pass my exams and stay at the head of my class.

“Should I worry you know my schedule? Are you stalking me?”

Even as I ask the question, the absurdity of it makes me cringe. I don’t know the Kings of Anarchy club. They’re in Tennessee, which isn’t that far from here. My cousin Spider knows them, though. Spider is the son of Aunt Beth and Uncle Skull. We grew up together and we’re super close. More so since the death of Spider’s brother, Diego. When I told him about Caleb approaching me at Beau and BB’s house before all hell broke loose, he warned me away. I knew it anyway, but according to Spider, Caleb is definitely a player and the biggest man whore around. In fact, he’s notorious. Spider knows a guy who is pledging for the Kings, and let’s just say the description of Caleb’s exploits with the biker bunnies is enough to keep me away from him for life.

“Stalking? I prefer to call it strategically planning my next Izzy fix,” he purrs.

I shake my head. “I’m going to stop you right there. I don’t know what you have going on in that head of yours, but you need to stop.”

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Property of Grifter (Kings of Anarchy MC – Tennessee #1) Read Online Jordan Marie http://www.ilovenovels.com/property-of-grifter-kings-of-anarchy-mc-tennessee-1-read-online-jordan-marie Wed, 19 Nov 2025 18:28:04 +0000 http://www.ilovenovels.com/property-of-grifter-kings-of-anarchy-mc-tennessee-1-read-online-jordan-marie Genre: Alpha Male, Biker, MC Authors: Jordan Marie Series: Kings of Anarchy MC - Tennessee Series by Jordan Marie
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Total pages in book: 63
Estimated words: 59767 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 299(@200wpm)___ 239(@250wpm)___ 199(@300wpm)

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Grifter hasn't been in Tennessee long. He stepped in as president for the Kings of Anarchy, Tennessee Chapter on the fly.
Georgia Cutter caught his eye at once. He wanted her with a hunger inside that he'd never felt before.
Just when he's about to make his move sparks fly--in the form of gunfire.

Grifter will need to figure out who's trying to kill him, and how to keep his woman safe at the same time.
It's a task that would be a lot easier to accomplish if Georgia would cooperate.
Too bad the woman doesn't know the meaning of the word

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PROLOGUE

GRIFTER

“Thanks, brother. I know this isn’t what you planned, but we need you.”

“You’re sure about this C?” I ask him for probably the hundredth time. “The men know you. You could step up and—” I ask, holding my phone tight.

“I’m good with my position in the club, brother. I don’t want to be the leader. Only one here wanted that position. That was Cowboy. We had a club vote, and he was voted down. You got the majority vote based on my recommendation and your history. The position is yours brother. It won’t be easy, but this club has potential. We could build something special here. I mean there’s a reason I moved across country to live here the last four years. Ace was just getting old and gave up fighting for our place. We all saw it. Unfortunately, so did the War Kings. They want our territory. They want what we’ve got here. The bones are here, but we’re going to need more, Grift. I’m not going to lie to you.”

“I’m going to bring Scorpion, especially since you said Cowboy refused the position when he lost the vote for President.”

“He’s a solid man. I think you will like him. He’s just younger and not ready to lead.”

“So, you’re saying I’m voted in because I’m fucking old?” I laugh dryly.

“Whatever. We both know you want to leave Colorado in the past.”

I take a deep breath and let it shudder through me. He’s not wrong. I need away from everything in Colorado. That’s the only reason I put my name in as a replacement for Ace when word spread that no one else wanted to take over. I don’t guess that’s unusual since Ace was killed trying to keep his territory. With a show of force, allies—of which my club was included—swarmed in and ran the War Kings back, but we all know they will try again. They need time to regroup, however. By the time that happens, I plan on taking over and making sure our club is fucking strong.

“You’re right. I actually am heading down that way in a week. I need some time to get packed up and make sure my realtor has what he needs to sell my house here.”

“Sounds good man. It’s been too long. It will be good to work with you again.”

I smile. C—which stands for his road name, Candyman—and I were members in the same club for a long time. He was my Enforcer, and I trusted him more than any other person in my life. He wanted to move to Tennessee, however, because his mother lived there and had been diagnosed with cancer. I understood, but I missed him. I’m not sure I’m going to like Tennessee, but C is right. I need to get the hell out of here and it will be good to be paired up with C once again. That’s two things that Tennessee has going for it. From there, I’ll just see where it goes.

“Has there been any movement with the War Kings?” I ask, still wondering exactly what I’m going to walk into. I mean, I don’t care. I’m used to living in hell. I survived it and thrived. I’ll do it again. I just like to be prepared.

“There’s some chatter, nothing concrete yet.”

“Okay, keep me updated. I’ll let you know what day I’ll be arriving. I’d like to meet with the club right away.”

“I’ll wait to hear from you. Safe travels, asshole.”

“Fuck you,” I laugh, clicking off my phone, then tossing it on my coffee table.

I’m a little nervous about moving to Tennessee. There’s a chance I could hate it. Still, something deep inside of me tells me that there’s something waiting for me there that I need. Maybe it’s just a new beginning, and if so, I’m okay with that. God knows I need a fresh start. Hopefully Tennessee will be better than Colorado has been.

I’m not sure it could get worse …

1 GRIFTER

The roar of my pipes echoes my arrival as I cross the city limit sign of Dreary As Hell, Tennessee. No shit, that’s what this place is called. I don’t know who originally named the town, but it’s hilarious. I also want to laugh when I see the small print beneath the town name proclaiming it’s the city limits. As far as I can tell, there is no city. It’s two paved lanes, a scattering of old buildings made of brick and stone and black streetlights that look like something out of a 1950’s movie. It’s quaint, but mostly deserted.

I slow down as traffic seems to pick up. There’s a diner to the right and there’s cars parked in spots that line both sides of the street. Apparently, that’s the major draw here. I make note because I do not cook. I take in the murals painted on the sides of some of the buildings and I have to admit I like the small town feel. After years of living in Denver, it’s calming. Hell, I haven’t even hit a traffic jam and in Denver right now, it’d be rush hour and bumper to bumper traffic. This is definitely a nice change of pace.

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