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Total pages in book: 70
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Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 359(@200wpm)___ 287(@250wpm)___ 240(@300wpm)
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Gabriel Luca Maldonado, III and Francesca Leandra Solomon were meant to be. They were so in love that everybody prayed for what they had. Everything was glorious. They would get married, have children and live a perfect life. She would be a doctor in the emergency room once she finished her doctorate, and he would be a badass Navy SEAL and save people for a living.
But then Luca is deployed across the world, and per military regulations, Frankie isn’t allowed to follow. They’ve overcome a lot in their short relationship, and they can overcome this, too. Two years was a piece of cake. She’d finish her schooling and wait for him. And when he finally returned home, they would marry.
But two months into Luca’s deployment, the unthinkable happens, and Frankie is left alone and heartbroken, knowing that she’ll have to face the rest of life without Luca at her side.
Fast forward two years, and Frankie is exactly where her fiancé’s father left her, in a pit of despair that she has no hope of ever finding her way out of. She lives life one second at a time, depressed and alone, hoping tomorrow won’t hurt like today.
She finds a job, moves, and hopes that the nightmares won’t swallow her whole. But just as she thinks that she’s getting better, one of her nightmares walks through the doors of her ER, and that nightmare has a name.
Gabriel Luca Maldonado, III. In the flesh. Also healthy and whole, and definitely no longer missing. Sadly, it only takes her a half a second to realize that the man that left her isn’t the same man that returned.
The old one wanted her. The new one? Well, he’s definitely not interested anymore.
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Prologue

I let a short dude cuddle me once. It felt like I had a backpack on.

-Coffee Cup

Frankie

Two years ago

“I’ll take care of him,” Malachi promised.

I smiled at Malachi, knowing that he would.

Then Malachi was gone, leaving me with Luca, who was staring at me like he’d just killed my puppy.

“Luca, it’s okay,” I promised. “I’ll be okay.”

He walked to me, pressing his forehead against mine as he cupped the sides of my face, and exhaled softly.

“You’re okay. But I’m not.”

I closed my eyes at those words.

I wouldn’t cry. I wouldn’t cry.

I was in an online support group for military wives and girlfriends.

My post last week had gone something like this: My fiancé is leaving for two years. He’s going to be gone while I finish my schooling. The announcement of his impending departure came as a rather large surprise, and we didn’t have a chance to marry. Now, he’s leaving in three days, and I’m being left behind. What do I do?

The responses had varied, but all of them had an underlying tone of ‘don’t cry and make him feel bad for leaving. It’s not his fault. Be strong. Fall apart when he’s gone.’

So that was what I was going to do.

I was going to be strong now.

I was going to be strong, and I was going to hold it all together.

And once he was gone, then I would fall apart.

“I love you, Luca,” I whispered. “And no, I’m not okay. But it’ll be okay.”

He used his thumbs to tip my chin up. Then his mouth was on mine, and everything really was okay with the world.

For a few seconds, everything was perfect.

Then his lips left mine when the announcement of his departure was only thirty minutes away.

“Love you,” he rasped.

The moment his hands left my face, my heart started to pound.

“Love you, too,” I repeated.

He took a step back, and I took him in one more time, in all his uniformed glory.

“Come back to me,” I told him. “Exactly like this. Whole and healthy. When you get back, we’re getting married. And then we’ll have babies.”

His grin was nothing short of magnificent.

“Lots and lots of babies.”

Then he was gone.

His friend, Malachi, who’d waited for him since they were leaving together, waved and then they both rounded the corner of the building, rendering me unable to see them any longer.

And the worst, most god awful feeling washed over me.

Panic set in, and my hands started shaking.

“Keep it together, girl,” my dad, Coke Solomon, warned.

I swallowed hard.

“The worst sense of foreboding just rocketed through me,” I rasped. “As if that’s the last time I’ll ever see them together.”

My dad’s arm went around my neck, and he pulled me into his hard chest.

“It’ll be okay,” he promised. “You just gotta have faith.”

Faith. Right.

I’d be faithful as fuck.

“I’m scared,” I whispered, feeling the tears start to well.

I was just about to turn around and leave when Luca came barreling around the corner.

My breath hitched, and my dad let me go.

Before I could even ask him what was up, he once again had me in his arms.

“One last hug,” he said breathlessly.

I laughed, wrapped my arms around his neck, and kissed his temple, slightly dislodging his hat.

Then, just as quickly, he set me down.

“Now, I really have to go. Fuck, I’m late.”

Then, for good this time, he was gone.

I just had no idea how gone he really was.

***

One and a half years ago

I smiled, so happy to see my fiancé’s parents on the doorstep that I ran to them and wrapped them in a hug without first taking in the look on both of their faces.

“I can’t believe y’all are here!” I cried out. “What are y’all doing here?”

I’d started my first year of residency just yesterday, and I was a mess.

After eight years of school crammed into five years—sometimes it really paid to be a genius—one would think that residency training would be a piece of cake.

Let me tell you something. It wasn’t.

It was hard. The hours were long and grueling, and everybody looked at and treated me like a child.

Then again, compared to most of them, I was.

I’d graduated high school early. Then college early. Starting medical school an entire three years earlier than even the youngest of normal students.

Needless to say, I was a child in their eyes.

It felt good to see Gabe and Ember, though.

I hadn’t realized how much I’d needed a hug until they were squeezing me like their life depended on it.

“I had a really bad day yesterday,” I said, throat closing as I remembered. “And now you’re here, and whew, it was like that bad day is just erased.”

I slowly let them go and stepped back, a large, jovial smile on my face.

That smile fell right off when I saw that Ember was crying, and Gabe was looking at me like I’d just slapped him.


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Sinners are Winners Read online Lani Lynn Vale (KPD Motorcycle Patrol #5) http://www.ilovenovels.com/sinners-are-winners-5-read-online-lani-lynn-vale Fri, 03 Aug 2018 01:57:33 +0000 http://www.test123.demo2.xyz/sinners-are-winners-5-read-online-lani-lynn-vale Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Biker, MC, Romance, Suspense Tags Authors: Series: KPD Motorcycle Patrol Series by Lani Lynn Vale
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Total pages in book: 72
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He saw her from across a crowded ballpark and knew she was about to change his life. Yes, he realizes just how cliché that really is, but the moment his eyes locked on her, he knew that she was the one.
At least, the one that royally screwed him over. The one responsible for his demotion and the subsequent disciplinary action taken against him before he’d even gotten out of the probationary period with Kilgore Police Department. It all started with a kiss.
Saylor Rae Spada tried to mind her business. She also tried to not get involved in petty disputes.
However, from the moment she saw him sitting next to her at a professional baseball game, a game she didn’t even want to be at but was dragged to by her blind date, she couldn’t look away.
Then the kiss cam came on, featuring none other than her and the handsome stranger. Without missing a beat, he kissed her. Then her blind date decided to pull a knife and try to stab him.
From that point forward, she’s done nothing but cause him trouble. Trouble that he’s starting to find increasingly adorable.
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Prologue

Sometimes an entire fucking cake is exactly what you need.

-Lock’s secret thoughts

Lock

“Come on, hurry up,” I rushed my sister. “We’re going to miss the first pitch.”

Ares sighed, long and loud.

“I don’t even know why you made me come to this,” she muttered.

“Because you like baseball,” I told her bluntly.

“I like baseball,” she agreed. “I don’t like this team.”

That was true.

Ares loved the Longview Lumberjacks, who were playing today. But she despised the other team—mainly her ex-boyfriend turned professional baseball player, Ryan McMillan.

I’d once liked Ryan, thinking he was a great guy and perfect for my sister. Then he’d gotten a big head while in college, which had turned into an even bigger head when he was picked up by the minor league team for the Devil Rays.

Needless to say, I was clearly feeling the same afflictions that Ares was feeling.

On one hand, I would’ve loved—loved—to go to this game by myself. But I knew, despite seeing Ryan, she’d have a great time.

“They’re taking the field,” I said, eyes ahead of me. “Hurry.”

I think a lot of Ares’ reluctance stemmed from the fact that we had front row seats, right behind the plate. That would mean that Ryan would have no choice but to look at her.

And I knew that he’d see her.

Ryan always saw her.

My eyes were now so focused on our seats that when she turned around, I nearly went sailing straight down the steps and straight onto my face.

Luckily, my sister broke my fall.

“Jesus Christ,” Ares said. “I said I was hurrying.”

She was.

Ares had on a pair of high heels that made her legs look like they came up to her neck. And since she didn’t wear high heels all that often, she was having trouble walking in them.

Again, the heels were for Ryan’s benefit.

“Sorry,” I lied. “Tripped.”

Ares huffed something underneath her breath and went back to walking—awfully, might I add—and by the time we arrived at our seats the first two outs had been made.

I watched her the entire time I walked, and the closer I got, the more my heart started to pound.

She was sitting in her chair, her feet up in the seat and her arms around her upraised knees, and her eyes were now straight ahead, watching the game.

She was beautiful—at least what I could see of her seeing as she was in a protective ball.

She had long, curly black hair that was in a wild disarray all around her shoulders. It cascaded down her back and into the seat. It was also falling behind the seat and tangling with the woman’s sandals in the seat behind her.

Not that that woman noticed seeing as she had the largest glass of beer that the ballpark sold—and it was halfway gone.

Ares went in first, and that was when I realized that I would be sitting next to the woman I couldn’t stop staring at.

Fuck.

I didn’t notice anyone or anything around me.

Instead, I focused solely on her as I made my way to my seat behind my slow as fuck sister.

“Excuse me,” Ares said to the man beside the woman.

The man leered at Ares, and I instantly decided to hate him.

Was he with the woman?

I hoped not, seeing as he was currently staring at Ares’ crotch as if he wanted to touch it.

If he so much as lifted his fingers, I was going to throat punch him.

Luckily, Ares was able to pass by without getting molested and take her seat.

I was right behind her, sliding past him.

And the moment I got directly in front of the woman, our eyes met and held.

Her eyes were the color of root beer.

A deep, earthy brown with brilliant shades of tan and gold, making them appear almost to glow.

I found myself thinking that I really hated root beer, but I loved the woman’s eyes.

“Are you ever going to fuckin’ sit?” the guy that had leered at my sister asked.

Shit.

I was lingering.

But I was blaming that on the fact that the woman had captured me with her gaze and wouldn’t let me go.

At the man’s words, she did end up breaking the eye contact, but I felt like a piece of my soul had been taken right along with her gaze.

In half a second, I took in the rest of her appearance.

She had on short jean shorts that I could barely see due to her position, red and white Chucks that looked comfortable and worn, but still clean.

And she had a red t-shirt on that made the black curls that flowed around her face seem to pop in color.

She also had freckles on her nose and across her cheekbones right under her eyes that were the cutest thing I’d ever seen.

“Oh, look who’s up,” Ares muttered darkly.

I quickly found my seat and looked at where she was scowling, seeing Ryan on deck.

My lips twitched.


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Make Me Read online Lani Lynn Vale (KPD Motorcycle Patrol #4) http://www.ilovenovels.com/make-me-4-read-online-lani-lynn-vale Tue, 03 Jul 2018 01:57:33 +0000 http://www.test123.demo2.xyz/make-me-4-read-online-lani-lynn-vale Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Contemporary, Funny, Romance, Suspense Tags Authors: Series: KPD Motorcycle Patrol Series by Lani Lynn Vale
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Royal St. James got her name when she was born. Not because her mother loved her royally, but because Royal was a giant pain in the ass. She’s spent her entire life fighting to live, and the last thing she needs is to deal with some pretty-boy police officer who wouldn’t know a hardship if it came up and bit him in the…you know.
Justice Rector wasn’t born with a silver spoon in his mouth. He was raised to work hard and always fight for what he believed in. His father was a cop, and ever since he could remember, he wanted to be one, too.
It was a complete coincidence that he ends up going undercover and meeting Royal St. James. It was just one day, a single moment in time. All routine. Just do the buy, make the bust, and get out.
But Royal St. James, aptly named, screws everything up. Royally. All of a sudden, he has a decision to make: blow his cover and save the girl, or save himself. Of course, he does the most stupid thing possible.
By saving the girl who most assuredly did not want to be saved.
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Chapter 1

Fuck you. Fuck you. Fuck you. Fuck you.

-Things Royal says to her father under her breath

Royal

I reluctantly trudged up the steps of my father’s home and hated every freakin’ second of it.

Thankfully, The Judge was likely at work already. Not thankfully, I was sure that him being on time for work meant that he’d left Jimmy to be taken care of by his wife. A wife that didn’t get up until ten in the morning, meaning that Jimmy didn’t get help until well after ten-thirty, sometimes eleven.

And, since I had today off from work, I had the time to help.

My brother was also helped into bed around nine every night by my father, so I knew without a doubt that he was more than ready to be out of bed by seven every morning, if not earlier.

Walking through the door without announcing myself, I headed straight up to Jimmy’s room without stopping to let my stepmother know that I was there. Then again, it was quite a bit out of my way. She was so far on the opposite side of the house that it might as well be not in the house at all.

That was mainly because if Jimmy did end up crying out for help because he’d been in one spot too long and things started to really hurt, he would have to yell for Torri. Torri who went out of her way not to be bothered—i.e., moving her room to the other side of the house and having sound-proofing installed just in case.

I knocked on the door and waited.

“Come in,” Jimmy’s deep, husky voice drawled from the other side.

I grinned and threw the door open, laughing when Jimmy’s annoyed gaze met mine.

“Hey, little brother,” I said. “What’s up with that scowl?”

“Torri is gone,” Jimmy sighed. “She had a massage appointment at nine this morning, and she knew you had the day off. She came in here long enough to tell me that and jet out. She didn’t even let me call you first.”

I gritted my teeth, pissed all over again.

“What a bitch,” I snapped. “I waited until eight to come over here just on the off chance that I woke her. She could’ve told me, and I’d have been here at six.”

Jimmy laughed and patted my hand.

I grinned at him and brought his hand up to my face.

“Let me call your mom,” I said jovially.

Jimmy fist-pumped as he reached for the rope that was above him.

I watched as he slowly pulled himself to sitting, then grabbed onto the pole in front of him to stay upright.

The phone rang in my ear as I watched him move.

“Marta?” I said into the phone.

“Royal!” Marta, Jimmy’s mother, cried out in excitement. “Is she gone?”

I grinned. “She is. Would you like to come over?”

Marta didn’t even hesitate. “I’ll be there. I have to leave the bakery for a bit, so it might take me a little more time to arrange it, but I’ll be there.”

“Great,” I said. “See you in a few.”

“Fuckin’ Torri,” I muttered as I tossed the phone on the bed beside him. “I fuckin’ hate her guts.”

Jimmy sighed. “She really shouldn’t have to do it at all.”

“She really shouldn’t have said she would, which was part of the reason Dad married his third wife, if she didn’t want to,” I said. “She knew what she was signing up for when she walked into his life.”

Jimmy didn’t say anything, ever the peacemaker.

I had no problem helping him get out of bed. I know that he wishes he didn’t need the help, but he does.

“Do you want to shower today or tomorrow?” I asked.

“Tomorrow,” he said. “I didn’t get very dirty yesterday.”

I nodded once and walked to the drawer where he kept his clothes.

After selecting a new pair of underwear and some jeans for him, I walked over to the edge of the bed.

From there we managed to maneuver him into his underwear and jeans, taking a bit longer than it took other people because he was just fuckin’ massive, and I was an ‘itty bitty thing’ according to him.

After having him clothed from the waist down, I found a t-shirt, snickering when I dressed him in one that I’d bought him last year that said ‘Talk to me, Goose’ and pair of socks.

“Mom doesn’t dress me in weird shirts,” Jimmy muttered.

I snorted. “Your mother doesn’t want you to be embarrassed. I don’t care.”

He tugged my hair, then gestured to his chair beside the bed.

“Let’s move.”

I got him to the chair just as Marta came barreling into the room.

She went straight to Jimmy and didn’t say anything to me but a distracted ‘hi.’

I stared at Marta fawning over Jimmy and wished things were different.

Another vehicle had crashed into Marta’s small car when she’d pulled out. Jimmy and I had been in the back seat, Marta in the front.


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I’d Rather Not Read online Lani Lynn Vale (KPD Motorcycle Patrol #3) http://www.ilovenovels.com/id-rather-not-3-read-online-lani-lynn-vale Sat, 26 May 2018 13:57:33 +0000 http://www.test123.demo2.xyz/id-rather-not-3-read-online-lani-lynn-vale Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Biker, MC, Romance Tags Authors: Series: KPD Motorcycle Patrol Series by Lani Lynn Vale
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Oakley Spurlock is dying. She only has weeks to live thanks to a freak infection that totally and completely destroyed her kidneys.
Despite her family’s desperation, not a single one of them is a match. In a last-ditch attempt, Oakley’s father takes to social media to beg for help to save his daughter’s life.
Pace Vineyard is lost. So lost, in fact, that he’s not sure he wants to be found. But then a beautiful woman’s face is splashed across social media, and Pace finds a spark in his soul for the first time since a bomb went off beside him.
He’s already missing two legs. What’s one more kidney? At least, that’s what he tells himself.
What he doesn’t expect is to give his heart to the woman, too. Or for the woman to run away with it and force him to follow.
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Prologue

Don’t be sad. Because sad backwards is das, and das not good.

-Coffee Cup

Pace

“You’ve got to be fucking kidding me,” I said to Ford, leaning into the Humvee’s window. “That girl sends you more care packages than my mother.”

“You don’t have a mother,” Cherry Bomb, the resident explosives expert for our unit, said from his shotgun seat. “And I think it’s kind of cute.”

We all looked at the package that Ford’s sister sent him.

Ford, better known as Elder to our unit, blushed like a school girl every time he got a package from her. It was actually pretty sweet.

And even though we’d never seen each other in our civilian lives, we’d grown up in small towns not so far apart. Hell, his father had even arrested my father. Though, we hadn’t realized that until we’d compared stories when we got to this particular hell hole.

“You’re just jealous that my sister actually likes me, Pascha.”

I gave Ford a quelling look, then trained it on all the other men that were in the Humvee.

I really hated my name. I hated it mostly because my mother had given me my name, and my mother was just as much not a part of my life as my sister.

Sadly, Ford was also right. I was sort of jealous. Whereas his sister actually cared that he was over here, mine had no clue that I’d even left the states. And if she had known, I highly doubted that the woman would even care.

“What have I told you about using my real name?” I growled.

“You told me to never call you Pascha,” Ford repeated.

Cherry Bomb, also known as Taylor Downs, snorted and continued to stroke his hand over his gun. He did that sometimes, and for the most part, we let him do what he had to do. This place was definitely not comforting, so if he had to always be touching his weapon, we were going to let him be.

“What all is in it?” I asked, touching the box that was in Ford’s hand with my gloved finger.

“Random shit, like always,” Ford explained as he started pulling shit out of the box.

Ford’s sister, Oakley, was actually adorably cute. I’d only ever seen a couple of photos of her—photos mainly consisting of Ford and Oakley when they were children—seeing as Oakley liked to cut them out and make weird, random ass ornaments out of them and send them to Ford because she liked to embarrass him. But the pictures that I did see? Well, those took my breath away.

Oakley was a gorgeous girl.

She also had two different colored eyes, just like Ford did.

Ford’s were a light green and a dark blue.

Oakley’s were a dark, almost emerald green, and a dark blue, almost blue jean in color. At first glance, you couldn’t even tell that they were different colors, not like you could with Ford’s.

Ford had told me that when they were younger, their eyes had been the same color. But when they were around ten, they’d begun to change. Though Ford’s much more dramatically than Oakley’s.

Ford and Oakley had inherited their unique eyes from their parents.

All that I’d inherited from my parents was poor time management skills, and an almost police record.

“Look at this.” Ford held up a small stuffed bunny the size of my index finger. “Here, you can have it.”

I grabbed it out of mid-air as he threw it out the Humvee window and glared at it.

My name, Pascha, was derived from the Greek meaning of ‘Easter.’

I’d explained it over a drunken night right after boot camp to Ford, and he’d been giving me hell ever since.

I stared at the white bunny, which also had two different colored eyes, and wondered if I’d ever find a girl that sent me care packages. Even if she sent me bunnies.

“Look, she sent your favorite again.” Ford tossed me a rope of licorice, again out the window.

That was when the world exploded around us.

***

Twelve hours later

“I just wanted to call and explain to you that your brother has lost a lot of blood, he could quite possibly lose his legs, and…hello?” I heard a strange male’s voice say into the phone. “Hello?”

“Did she hang up?” Ford’s tired voice sounded from somewhere in the room.

“Yes,” the stranger said. “What a bitch.”

“I’m not sure you’re supposed to use that kind of language, Doc.” Ford’s amusement was clear in his tone.

“I just called them to tell them that their son had suffered a major accident, and she asked why I’d bothered calling her. When I explained, she hung up. If anybody deserved to be called a bitch, it was her,” the doc grumbled.

“Is he really going to lose both of his legs?” Ford asked, sounding sick to his stomach.

“Both of his feet, yes,” the doc said. “Most likely. A below-the-knee amputation is going to be the suggested course of action. We did what we could, but there’s just not enough of his feet left to do anything with them. Even if we did save them, he wouldn’t be able to walk on them. They’re…everything is just gone. When he wakes up, we’ll likely ask him. He’s got to be of sound mind, though.”


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It Wasn’t Me Read online Lani Lynn Vale (KPD Motorcycle Patrol #2) http://www.ilovenovels.com/it-wasnt-me-2-read-online-lani-lynn-vale Sun, 22 Apr 2018 01:57:33 +0000 http://www.test123.demo2.xyz/it-wasnt-me-2-read-online-lani-lynn-vale Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Biker, Erotic, MC, Romance Tags Authors: Series: KPD Motorcycle Patrol Series by Lani Lynn Vale
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Piper Mackenzie first sees him shirtless, standing in front of the military plane she was about to board, with one rather large wrench in his hand. The fact that he has the plane—the one that she’s about to be flying on for hours—in pieces only minutes before she’s set to take off on it doesn’t faze her. At least not until a flippant joke about dying in mid-air leaves his lips.
The second time she sees him, he’s helping her from the wreckage of her car. The wreckage that he helped cause. The third, he’s laying across from her in the same bed, and there’s no denying what happened the night before.
The fourth, well that time would be the first of many. Being Mrs. Jonah Crew has a nice ring to it, doesn’t it?
Jonah Crew saw her for the first time as she stared at him in awe. It was snowing, the temp was in the negative degrees, and he couldn’t think about anything but her and the look of horror on her face when he tells a badly-timed joke.
The second time he sees her, his heart skips a beat, but not for the reason that one might think. Mainly, it’s due in part to the fact that his truck smashed into her car so hard that his chest hits the steering wheel and his heart decides to stop working right.
The third time, he’s fairly positive that he’s died and gone to heaven. At least, that’s what waking up next to a beautiful woman like her signifies, right?
The fourth? Well, he’s not quite sure how he got there, but he’s already said ‘I do’ so what’s a guy to do?
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Chapter 1

If you’re hungry, never go to the supermarket. You’ll wind up with a bunch of shit you don’t need. ASK ME HOW I KNOW!

-Text from Piper to Phoebe

Piper

“Gonna miss you, Piper!”

I looked back and waved at the only friend that I’d met, and continued to be able to tolerate, at the German Army base.

Jillian gave me a fist raise and turned on her booted heels, heading back toward the front door where I’d been let off.

I continued through the line of people, making my way to where I was informed to wait.

It didn’t take long, and soon I was sitting in the chair next to the large window that looked out over the tarmac.

I shivered slightly and wrapped my arms around myself, hoping that I didn’t have to wait long.

I was joining a returning troops transport back stateside, and the last thing I wanted to do was sit here any longer than I had to.

Then again, I was told that I was lucky to get the transport back home. Had I had to fly commercial, I’d have been waiting until Monday like the rest of the world, seeing as a hell of a snowstorm had barreled through our part of Germany.

“A rare spring snowstorm,” I’d been informed by not one, not two, but fifteen individuals on the way to the transport this morning.

Honestly, I was glad to be leaving.

As much as I loved the weather here in Germany, I was ready to be home. Even more, I was ready to get my thin Texas blood back to where it was acclimated to one-hundred-degree summers. I was certainly not used to dealing with any type of snowstorms.

Pulling out my phone, I began to read my latest book.

It was nearly an hour later when I was finally called to begin boarding the plane.

I saw what the hold-up was the moment I got on the tarmac and close enough to the plane.

The hold-up being a shirtless, beautifully muscled man working on the plane we were literally in the process of boarding.

“What do you think?” I heard one of the uniformed soldiers ask the shirtless man.

“I think that y’all should’ve done this before we started loading fuckin’ people onto the plane,” shirtless man said.

Shit.

Was there something wrong with the plane?

A flash of foreboding started to fill my limbs, and I had a feeling that I wasn’t going to enjoy the trip home very much.

I hadn’t realized I’d stopped right next to the shirtless man, who happened to be standing half under the plane, with bolts and nuts and all kinds of parts on the ground, until he looked over and spotted me.

That was when I saw his eyes.

He looked familiar, yet I couldn’t place why.

And those eyes seemed to penetrate straight into my soul.

“Don’t worry,” he said teasingly. “I’ll make sure to put it all back together. May take a little duct tape, though.”

His joke fell flat when I felt my stomach drop out.

I wasn’t a good flyer.

In fact, on the flight over here, I’d had to take my valium and say a few thousand prayers.

The fact that he was teasing about us dying was not a good thing for me.

Especially since my anxiety was already through the roof, and I hadn’t had time to get a prescription for valium before having to be on the flight.

There was an emergency at home, and though I was already set to leave in four days, my CO—commanding officer—had given me permission to leave early. I’d taken him up on it. The only problem was that came with no medication.

So not only was I freaking out about my emergency back home, I was now freaking out about the fact that this man didn’t know what in the hell he was doing.

Instead of saying a word to him, I chose to board the plane, taking the only seat available, which was scrunched in between a large man that took up a lot more room than he was allotted due to the breadth of his shoulders, and a large box that sat on another seat next to the wall.

Buckling myself in and stowing my gear underneath the seat, I closed my eyes, crossed my arms, and prayed that I wouldn’t die on the way home.

***

Jonah

“That was just wrong,” Hammer said.

I shrugged and said, “You find me a new shirt yet?”

The last one that I’d had on got caught on a bolt, and not only had it ripped the shirt, but it’d also ripped my skin.

After bleeding like a stuck pig, I managed to get the blood flow stopped, a Band-Aid applied, and the problem on the plane fixed. Now I was putting it all back together.

“I have one being brought out to you,” Hammer said. “That girl looked like she was about to puke.”

I hadn’t noticed.

What I had noticed was that she had brilliant green eyes, a head full of blonde hair that was most certainly not put up in the regulation bun, and the way her jeans hugged her thighs.


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Hide Your Crazy Read online Lani Lynn Vale (KPD Motorcycle Patrol #1) http://www.ilovenovels.com/hide-your-crazy-1-read-online-lani-lynn-vale Fri, 30 Mar 2018 13:57:33 +0000 http://www.test123.demo2.xyz/hide-your-crazy-1-read-online-lani-lynn-vale Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Contemporary, Romance, Suspense Tags Authors: Series: KPD Motorcycle Patrol Series by Lani Lynn Vale
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Estimated words: 70607 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 353(@200wpm)___ 282(@250wpm)___ 235(@300wpm)
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I'm kind of a lady, but definitely more of a weirdo. Hearing the woman at the table behind him say that to her friend should've turned Logan Gibbs off.
It doesn't. In all honesty, it only makes him listen harder. He's had enough weird in his life to last a lifetime. The last thing his complicated life needs is a woman in it who has no clue what color you get when you mix yellow and blue together.
Yet, her obvious blonde moments aren't enough to deter him. Nor is her lack of finger-painting skills. I'm a cop, not a miracle worker.
Hearing the man in the group behind her say that should've had Katy Roberts running away as fast as her feet would carry her. Katy's father's a cop, and it's hard enough to live her life with Daddy trying to dictate her every move. She needs another cop in her life like she needs yet another thing to go wrong.
To add onto that, she can't find a job, has no love life to speak of, and has to be the oldest known virgin in Kilgore, Texas.
Yet, when she sees his painting—a painting that resembles a piece of the male anatomy more than the lighthouse they were supposed to be painting—she knows that she has to give him a chance.
The very last thing the two of them expect is for her father and his boss to force them to marry after an eensy-weensy accident. An accident that, surprisingly, both of them want.
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Prologue

I’m not sure where you learned to whisper, but my guess is in a helicopter surrounded by chainsaws.

-Logan’s secret thoughts

Logan

“This is a new venture for us,” the captain said. “It’s never been done before, and if I was being honest, I’m not sure it’s going to last. But there you go. Starting Monday, each of you will be on a motorcycle provided by the Kilgore Police Department while on patrol.”

My brows, along with those of the four other men surrounding me, went up.

“You won’t all be on shift at the same time, and this won’t be a nighttime thing. You will only be on duty during the daylight hours due to the high motorcycle fatality rate after six in the evening.”

My jaw clenched.

That was truer than true.

“Pace, Justice, Lock.” The captain held out my paper. “Logan.”

“Did you happen to notice how all of our names are right there in the same part of the alphabet?” I asked. “No, just me?”

Every set of eyes belonging to the people that were sitting in the stupid little desks at my sides and behind me looked at me with various stages of annoyance.

“What?” I asked, genuinely curious. “I really feel left out of the cool club sometimes. Y’all always share these looks…”

Captain stood and walked to a box. “We got y’all’s sizes from the uniform shop.” He grunted as he opened it with a pocket knife that he’d produced out of thin air. “If they don’t fit, take it back and they’ll have to order you a new pair. But get it done by Monday so they will arrive in time.”

And that’s when he started passing out little slips of fabric that didn’t look fit to be put on my ten-year-old niece.

“You’ve got to be fucking kidding me,” I said as I held up the uniform. “This isn’t fuckin’ Chips, Captain,” I growled. “This is real life!”

Captain Morgan (yes, that really was his name) gave me a droll look.

“This is the exact uniform that LAPD uses, as well as the California Highway Patrol. They’re proven safer when they’re tight. Nothing to get caught up on while you’re on the motorcycle. Tougher fabric to protect you in case of an accident.”

“Yeah, and you’ll see every single goddamn cock hair that I have,” I grumbled.

The men at my back chuckled, but the captain wasn’t amused.

“Gibbs,” Captain said. Uh-oh, he’d pulled out my last name. Shit was getting real. “You can take it or leave it. Just know that leaving it means that you’ll be leaving the job as well.”

I sighed. “I’ll take it.”

If I got to get paid to ride motorcycles all day, then I’d take it all day, every day. Even if I did look like an extra straight out of Chips.

“What’s with the bright black stripper boots?” Justice asked. “Seriously?”

Captain Morgan growled.

“Listen, ladies,” he snapped. “I’m not answering any more questions about the uniform. Wear it. Fucking like it. And stop fucking bitching.”

“It’s not too bad.”

The door pounded open again, and a large man by the name of Jonah Crew, aka Tickey, lumbered in.

He didn’t talk. He didn’t make pleasantries. In fact, he was the biggest dick on the entire force.

He’d joined the department a few months ago at his brother’s urging, and had quickly taken to the job.

I didn’t see anything similar when you compared my friend, Lachlan Downy, to Jonah. Both men were large, sure, but they didn’t even act the same. Whereas Downy was a big ball of fun and an expert negotiator, Jonah was the complete opposite.

He was brash, rude, and I fucking loved him.

But I also hated him.

The man had a shit life when he was younger. Sure, I got that. But it didn’t mean that he could make everyone’s life a living hell.

He actually reminded me of Martin Riggs off of the old movie Lethal Weapon. Full of piss and vinegar, and he pretty much got off on pissing people off just because he could.

He was a loaded time bomb, just waiting to detonate, and nobody knew when and where he was going to go off.

Now, Downy’s son, Lock, who was also a member of our new band of merry men, was a lot like his father. Downy Sr. and Downy Jr. were definitely cut from the same cloth. I liked and respected both men equally the same.

“Nice of you to join us, Crew,” Captain said. “Have a seat. Would you like to comment about the uniform as well?”

Jonah shook his head once and then stared blankly ahead.

The captain sighed and continued explaining our duties, finally ending a half an hour later when our shifts would end.

“You’ll work a rotating shift. Any given shift you’ll be working with three other motorcycle cops, and they’ll be different each shift, so don’t bother making plans from one week to the next. We’ll put you where we need you, but mostly you’ll be cruising through our busiest roads to help enforce traffic laws, and also give the other boys more time to respond to other calls.” He paused. “Any questions?”


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