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Total pages in book: 85
Estimated words: 83786 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 419(@200wpm)___ 335(@250wpm)___ 279(@300wpm)

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Harper White is an overachiever. She’s never met a problem she couldn’t solve. She doesn’t fail.

So, when she’s fired from her job and flees home to hide from the world, she isn’t interested in anything but wallowing with a good book in her childhood bed.

She absolutely has no plans to share a drunken kiss with a completely inappropriate man at her cousin’s birthday party.

She’s definitely not interested in starting any kind of relationship with him, considering everyone thinks he belongs with someone else.

Sebastian Banks doesn’t care what anyone else thinks. After years of knowing Harper, he suddenly can’t look at her without remembering that kiss.

The chemistry between them is like nothing he’s ever experienced before.

He just has to find a way to convince Harper that taking a chance to see where things go is worth the inevitable drama that ensues.

Neither of them realizes is that a sense of failure isn’t the only thing that followed Harper home from her last job. There are forces at work that are bigger than they know.

If they don’t unravel the threads tying Harper to the danger that follows her, their chance of a happily ever after will end before it can even begin

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Chapter 1

Harper

My brother called me a brainiac. My parents liked to slide in little comments about grades, test scores, and eventually my career into any conversation they were having. Even my grandparents liked to mention how the apple hadn’t fallen far from the tree when first my grandpa, then my mom, and then I had shown an extraordinary acuity with numbers and patterns. My intelligence was just a fact. Like my brown hair and my blue eyes. Like the glasses I’d worn since I was nine and the way I could bend my thumbs back to touch my wrist.

“You’ll find something else,” I muttered breezily as I flew around the room, packing the few items that actually belonged to me. “This isn’t the end of the world. You’re a freaking rockstar. Companies will beg you to work for them. It’s not like Paige will fire you.”

The furnished corporate apartment was still available for the rest of the week, but now that I’d walked out on my project, I was anxious to get on the road. Well, to the airport, really. I was currently driving a company-provided rental car that I’d also have to give back.

While it was pretty generous of them to give me a week to return everything, we both knew that they were trying to keep me happy. After the way they’d tried to get me to skew numbers and interpret data the way they wanted, they were lucky that all I’d done was quit. I’d signed an NDA, but that didn’t apply to criminal investigations. I’d been playing phone tag with my boss for the past four days, trying to update her on the situation, but eventually I hadn’t even felt comfortable inside their building anymore.

I’d worked for my firm for four years, but this was the first time they’d sent me to a business that didn’t actually want our help. I was a problem solver. I studied a company’s records to find where they were excelling and where they were falling short, whether it was in sales or investments or a hundred other ways. I didn’t tell them how to fix the situation, that was someone else’s job. I just followed the patterns. Numbers didn’t lie, and while you could skew them to look a certain way, there was a limit to what I was willing to fudge.

There were far more noble ways to end up in prison.

The entire situation had left a bad taste in my mouth, and I couldn’t wait to get back to Eugene.

I missed my parents and my brother. I missed being able to go out for a drink with my cousins or stop by my grandparents’ house around dinnertime. I missed the fresh air and the way the trees smelled when it rained.

I’d traveled all over the United States, sometimes staying in one place for a week and sometimes for months, but nowhere had ever felt like home. Not like Oregon.

Hurrying to the bathroom, I scooped everything off the counter into my toiletry bag and glanced at myself in the mirror. My glasses had fallen down my nose, my hair was huge, and I’d spilled something down the front of my shirt.

Super professional and polished.

At least I hadn’t looked like that when I’d gone into the office that morning and told the CEO, “just call me Max” Graber, that I would no longer be working with his company. To say he’d been pissed was an understatement. He hadn’t yelled, if anything, he’d spoken more quietly than normal—but the look in his eyes had been awful.

That look had followed me back to my soulless apartment. I couldn’t seem to shake it.

He hadn’t implied any sort of retaliation. He hadn’t even tried to convince me to stay. He’d just pointed me to the HR department and shut his office door. It was all very civil.

So, there wasn’t any real reason that I’d changed into travel clothes and frantically started packing my bags the minute I’d walked through the door. It was just a feeling. An instinct. Something in my gut that said I needed to get the fuck out of there—even if I couldn’t explain it.

I knew better than to ignore it.

Within an hour of getting back to my apartment, I’d booked a flight, packed my things, and was pulling my large suitcase and carry-on to the elevator in my building. My flight wasn’t for a few hours still, but I’d feel better once I’d returned the rental car and made my way past security.

The drive to the airport was a nightmare. Traffic didn’t seem to let up, no matter what time of day it was, so I was stuck in bumper-to-bumper traffic for forty-five minutes. The hair on the back of my neck was still tingling, and my sense of urgency felt like a living, breathing thing as I inched forward on the freeway.

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Craving Francesca (The Aces’ Sons #14) Read Online Nicole Jacquelyn http://www.ilovenovels.com/craving-francesca-the-aces-sons-14-read-online-nicole-jacquelyn Thu, 12 Jun 2025 17:29:21 +0000 http://www.ilovenovels.com/craving-francesca-the-aces-sons-14-read-online-nicole-jacquelyn Genre: Alpha Male, Biker, Erotic, MC Authors: Nicole Jacquelyn Series: The Aces' Sons Series by Nicole Jacquelyn
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Total pages in book: 82
Estimated words: 81584 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 408(@200wpm)___ 326(@250wpm)___ 272(@300wpm)

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Francesca Marino knew it was a terrible idea to get involved with Grayson White.

He’s her best friend’s cousin. He’s older than her. They hung out in the same group, and it would be impossible to avoid him if things went sour…but it was hard to remember if any of those things really mattered when she could practically taste the chemistry between them.

Ignoring all the blaring alarm bells, she hooks up with him anyway, and it’s everything she could’ve imagined.

Toe curling.
Mind-blowing.
Life-affirming.

Until he gives her the brush off.

Determined to ignore her hurt feelings and get past any weirdness between them, she does her best to move on. She’s more than capable of keeping her distance, and she assumes that she’ll stop daydreaming about him at some point.

Too bad Gray doesn’t seem to be on the same page. She runs into him everywhere.

When a relationship goes sour and Frankie is determined to face the fallout in silence, he’s the only one who notices.

And if there’s one thing that Gray learned from the men who raised him, it’s that you never sit back and watch a good woman face a monster alone.

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Prologue

Frankie

Holy shit, he was hot.

I mean, I’d known it intellectually. It was impossible to miss the broad shoulders, deep brown eyes, and perfect ass. But up close? If he hadn’t been kissing the hell out of me, I would’ve been drooling.

Gripping his hair in my fists, I pulled him closer as my back hit the wall. His hands were everywhere. One of them wrapped around my thigh, yanking it up to his hip. The other pulled my hair, curved around the side of my throat, slid down my chest, and up under my tank top. My head was spinning, and I couldn’t tell if it was the tequila—I hadn’t had much—or the fact that he ticked every single one of my boxes.

“In,” he ordered, ripping his mouth from mine as he slid his hand away from my thigh.

I nodded, dazed, as he pulled a set of keys out of his pocket and opened the door to his room.

His skin was flawless. The sharp edge of his jaw was covered in a five o’clock shadow, but the rest of it was as smooth and clear and gorgeous. Leaning up, I pressed my mouth against the tendon on the side of his neck. Yeah, he tasted good there, too.

“Fuck me,” he muttered with a groan as he shuffled me backward into the room.

“Nice room,” I said breathlessly, glancing around me as he shut the door quietly behind us.

It might’ve been the most impersonal bedroom I’d ever been in. The queen-size bed was made, and it looked like it had been recently cleaned, so at least there was that. There was nothing on the walls. The top of the small dresser was empty. The floor bare cement.

“You in here to decorate?” he asked, sliding his cut off his shoulders.

“You need it,” I joked. “It looks like a serial killer lives here.”

“Been in a lot of serial killers’ bedrooms?” His lips twitched.

“Only one,” I replied, gesturing.

“I don’t live here,” he said, dropping to the bed to kick off his boots.

“Right,” I muttered, watching him closely as he tugged off his T-shirt. My heart felt like it was going to pound out of my chest. That beautiful skin was covered in tattoos.

“You changin’ your mind?” he asked curiously, bracing his hands like he was going to push himself back up.

I wasn’t sure what was wrong with me. I’d been doing this since I was sixteen years old. It wasn’t as if I was nervous. From the moment his hand brushed my ass the first time, I’d known that we were going to end up naked somewhere. That kind of chemistry was hard to ignore.

For some reason, the moment just felt…heavy.

“Come on, I’ll walk you out,” he said.

“Not yet,” I replied huskily, pulling my tank top over my head.

He let out a low sound from the back of his throat as I dropped it on the floor.

“Keep goin’.”

“Bossy,” I mumbled, reaching for the buttons on my shorts.

“You like it,” he replied, watching me closely. “Lose ’em.”

My hands paused, and he chuckled, reaching for me. His eyes never left mine as the tips of his fingers curled under the waistband of my shorts and jerked me forward.

My lips curled up at the edges as he deftly unbuttoned them without looking. Brushing my hands over his shoulders, I reveled in the muscles that shifted and flexed as he shoved the shorts down my thighs.

“Beautiful,” he breathed, pressing his lips against the skin just below the center of my bra as his hands slid around my hips, the pads of his fingers trailing lightly over the cheeks of my ass. “Goddamn.”

The moment he tipped his head up to look at me, I crawled onto his lap, and everything sped back up. My mouth found his as I ground down onto him. His fingers dug into the skin of my ass, directing the movement. I pulled the rubber band out of his hair. He unclipped my bra and tore it away. I completely lost my concentration and let my head fall back as my breasts pressed against his chest.

Then we were up and turning. My back hit the comforter a moment before his lips wrapped around my nipple and tugged. Every nerve in my body pulled in tight as I shuddered.

I’d known it would be like this.

My nails dug into his back as he moved between my nipples, biting and sucking. By the time he’d shucked his jeans and pulled my panties down my legs, I was practically shaking with lust. Every shift of his body, every small brush of skin, every heated look brought me higher.

I hissed as he pulled away, leaning up on his knees. The black boxer briefs he was wearing hid nothing. With his hair falling into his eyes and his chest heaving, I didn’t think I’d ever seen anything hotter.

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Titus – The Hawthornes (The Aces’ Sons #12) Read Online Nicole Jacquelyn http://www.ilovenovels.com/titus-the-hawthornes-the-aces-sons-12-read-online-nicole-jacquelyn Thu, 13 Jun 2024 07:55:08 +0000 http://www.booksnovels.com/titus-the-hawthornes-the-aces-sons-12-read-online-nicole-jacquelyn Genre: Alpha Male, Biker, Mafia, MC Authors: Nicole Jacquelyn Series: The Aces' Sons Series by Nicole Jacquelyn
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Total pages in book: 88
Estimated words: 86126 (not accurate)
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Titus Hawthorne knew that he was going to marry Noel Allen. Sure, they had to sneak around because her family would lose their minds if they knew, but it would only be a few years before she was free of them. His older brother had married her older sister, so it was possible.

Neither of them expected for their world to be flipped upside down when Noel is forced to move to away.

Titus waits, just like he’d always planned. But, when years go by and Noel’s 18th birthday passes without a word from her he has to accept the fact that she isn’t coming back. He tries to move on and on most days, he can lie to himself and say he’s succeeded.

Until six years later when a phone call in the middle of the night changes everything.

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Prologue

Titus

I wasn’t sure how long we’d been sitting on the floor of the library, tucked between the romance and fantasy sections, but in the back of my mind, the ticking of each second passing was like a bomb waiting to go off. We’d spent the first fifteen minutes in the little alcove just past the bathrooms but before the emergency exit, a spot that for some reason no one had done anything with and fit the two of us perfectly. I knew from experience that the taste of her wouldn’t be gone until I brushed my teeth that night and the palms of my hands still tingled with the memory of all the silky skin under her shirt.

“I just want to be a mom,” Noel said with a shrug, her lips tipping up at the edges. “Maybe volunteer to help old people fill out paperwork or something when I have extra time.”

“That’s your big dream?” I teased, leaning forward as I grinned at her. “To be a mom and help old people with paperwork?”

“I like paperwork,” she replied, raising her chin in defiance. “It’s like solving a puzzle. And I like the idea of taking care of my babies and our home. I know it’s not cool or popular.”

“Who gives a shit?” I shot back, making her laugh quietly. “I mean, you’re a weirdo with the paperwork thing but I’m guessin’ you’ll make some confused little old lady very happy.”

“What about you?” she asked, tilting her head as she played with a strand of hair that was brushing her cheek. “What do you want to do when you grow up?”

“Rocket scientist,” I replied instantly. “No, physicist. No, I’m going to be an actor.”

“Be serious.”

“I dunno,” I mumbled, chastised. “Maybe somethin’ to do with writin’. I’ve always been pretty good at that, or maybe somethin’ with computers.”

“Like write books?”

“Or maybe journalism. I don’t know. There’s a pretty good computer engineering program down in Klamath Falls. That might be cool.”

“You’d be good at that,” she said with a firm nod. “I think you should do it.”

“Which one?”

“Both,” she said easily.

“I’ll probably end up workin’ at the garage.” I reached up to scratch my cheek. “You know, family business and all.”

“You have three brothers.” She waved me off. “Let them do it.”

“You’re right.” I nodded with a laugh. “Let them take over. I’ll get a track scholarship, go to some big school, and live the dream.”

“What about a family?” she asked, still smiling at me. “A wife? Want one of those?”

“You applyin’ for the job?”

Noel snorted and her hand shot up to cover her face in embarrassment.

“You can just say it,” I joked, sighing in mock desolation. “Sure, I’ll finance that lavish lifestyle you want.”

“Lavish?”

“Takes money to raise all those kids you’re gonna have.”

“How do you know I want a bunch of kids?”

“You said babies. Not baby. Babies.”

“I could’ve meant two,” she shot back.

“You didn’t.” I reached out and ran a finger down her jaw, dropping my hand when her face tilted, just barely, in my direction.

It was all we had. Stolen moments in the library. Quiet conversation about our dream lives. That first fifteen minutes of bliss before anyone came looking for the teenagers who’d disappeared into a hidden corner. Brief hidden touches.

None of that seemed to matter much. I was drawn to Noel Allen like a moth to a fucking flame. Ignoring her crazy ass parents and the fact that she couldn’t even be seen with me in public was something that had become almost normal.

“I want at least four,” she murmured, her eyes steady on mine. “You okay with that?”

I wobbled my head from side to side like I was considering it. “Only if I get you to myself for a couple of years first.”

“Deal,” she whispered happily, her eyes shining.

“Someday it’s not gonna be like this,” I promised, wrapping my hand around her ankle under the cover of her long skirt. “You and me are gonna walk down the street, holdin’ hands and kissin’ and doin’ whatever the hell we want.”

“Three more years.” Her smile fell.

“Three years is nothin’.”

“Anything can happen in three years.”

“Not to us, sugar,” I murmured, pulling my hand away as someone walked past.

“Don’t you want to be out doing stuff?” she asked. It wasn’t the first time. “You should be going to dances and dates and all that.”

“I’ve done that. Wasn’t as great as everyone says.”

“You’re going to get bored,” she argued in frustration, looking past me at the clock on the wall. “You’re seventeen. Don’t you want to—”

“I’m happy right where I’m at,” I cut her off, glaring.

“Fine,” she grumbled. “But you’ll tell me, right? You won’t just stop coming?”

“Noel.” I cleared my throat, taking in her long blond hair, the round cheeks with not two, but three dimples, the long dark lashes that framed her dark brown eyes. “I’ll always show up, yeah? In three years when you turn eighteen, I’m gonna get you the fuck outta there.”

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Otto – The Hawthornes (The Aces’ Sons #11) Read Online Nicole Jacquelyn http://www.ilovenovels.com/otto-the-hawthornes-the-aces-sons-11-read-online-nicole-jacquelyn Thu, 08 Feb 2024 08:25:20 +0000 http://www.booksnovels.com/otto-the-hawthornes-the-aces-sons-11-read-online-nicole-jacquelyn Genre: Action, Alpha Male, Biker, Crime, MC, Suspense Authors: Nicole Jacquelyn Series: The Aces' Sons Series by Nicole Jacquelyn
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Total pages in book: 96
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Esther Allen doesn’t get in trouble. She follows every rule. She’s nice. Goes to church twice a week. Never talks back. Never steps out of line.Otto Hawthorne makes his own rules. After growing up in its shadow, he’s finally a member of the Aces and Eights Motorcycle Club. He’s quiet. Surly. A bit of a loner.The idea that they would meet at a party in the woods is completely illogical.The instant attraction is absolutely irrational.Under normal circumstances they wouldn’t have even crossed paths.Once they do? Both their lives are changed forever.

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Prologue

Otto

“In and out,” my dad murmured, checking to make sure that the pistol he’d pulled out of the safe was loaded before handing it to me. “You’re just there to keep watch, yeah? Make sure there ain’t any surprises.”

“Got it,” I replied, checking it myself before sliding it into the holster hanging against my ribs.

“Got three chances to find those guns,” he muttered to himself. “Me and your uncle are takin’ you boys and Brody with us to the cabin. Casper’s takin’ another group to the warehouse downtown. Gramps and Dragon are checkin’ out the church down by the stadium.”

“We check out all three at once, they won’t have a chance to move ’em,” I replied in understanding. “Where do you think they are?”

“Honestly,” he said with a grimace. “No fuckin’ clue. My bet would be on the cabin. It’s isolated, yeah? Makes sense. But who knows with these fuckin’ weirdos.”

I let out a soft chuckle and loaded an extra magazine, running my fingers through the box of loose bullets my pops kept on a shelf next to the safe. “Can’t say our family’s any better,” I pointed out dryly. “We worship the wind in our faces and the open road as much as they worship their lord and savior.”

Dad scoffed. “Wouldn’t exactly call what we do a religion,” he mused. “But if I did, at least ours doesn’t discriminate, yeah? Plus, I doubt thinkin’ about their god gives ’em a tingle in the balls the way firin’ up my Harley does.”

“Pagan,” I said, laughing.

“Nah, man.” Dad reached up and scratched the back of his neck before turning toward the safe again. “I think there’s someone up there, keepin’ an eye on shit.”

“You do?” I asked in surprise.

“Have you seen your mother?” I could hear the smile in his voice. “There must be a god.”

My lips twitched. Leave it to my dad to bring the conversation around to my mom. Typical.

“You know, I watched her give birth to Myla on a mattress on our bedroom floor,” he said, his tone growing more serious. “No meds, no hospital, just sheer determination and grit. That was what sealed it for me. If I’d had any doubts that someone was watchin’ out for us, that woulda made me damn sure.”

“Fair enough.”

“You don’t think there’s a god?” he asked curiously, glancing at me over his shoulder.

“Is this seriously what you two are discussin’?” my brother Rumi asked, poking his head into the closet. “Should I be worried?”

“You should always be worried, Rum,” my dad said, tossing a bullet at his head.

“I believe in God,” Rumi replied defensively, dodging the projectile. “Have you seen Nova?”

I choked as my dad started to laugh.

“You’re turnin’ into Dad,” I said, shaking my head at Rumi as I ignored the nausea pooling in my belly. “You know that, right?”

“Whatever, I’m way more like Mom.”

“I’d say you’re a good mix of us both,” my dad said, not bothering to look at us.

“Yeah, you somehow inherited the worst traits from both of them.”

“I’m tellin’ Mom you said that,” Rumi threatened as he checked his watch. “We about ready to go? Cuttin’ it close.”

“Here,” my dad said, turning back toward me with a shotgun dangling from his fist.

“You serious?”

“Stop bitchin’,” he said, forcing me to take it. “Put some of these in your pockets.”

“You expect me to carry a shotgun?” I asked flatly as he handed me a fist full of shells.

“Shotguns are perfect,” Rumi said, grinning. “You don’t even have to aim in close quarters.”

“I’m a better shot than you.”

“Bullshit.”

“Jesus Christ, both of you shut up,” my dad muttered, sliding his pistols into the holsters at his back and ribs. “Take the shotgun in case you need it. Doubt you will. We’re doin’ this shit quick and quiet, remember? No one’s gonna be shootin’.”

“I got a rifle,” Rumi whispered as I followed my dad out of the closet. “Like a big boy.”

“You’re such a fuckin’ asshole,” I muttered, shoving him away from me.

Rumi may have gotten a big boy rifle, but he’d been smaller than me since I was eleven years old.

“Sticks and stones, baby brother,” he shot back, kicking at the back of my knee to make it buckle.

“Dad’s gonna kill you,” Mick announced, stepping out of the bathroom as we walked single file down my parents’ hallway. “Get your shit together.”

“Got my game face on,” Rumi replied with mock seriousness. “You got any idea where we’re goin?”

“Cabin’s about forty-five minutes south,” Mick replied as he grabbed his cut off the back of the couch and slung it on. “Should take a little over an hour since we won’t be takin’ the quickest route.” He glanced between the two of us. “You two gonna be able to make it without killin’ each other?”

“We’ll be fine,” Rumi said, dramatically wrapping his arms around my waist and laying his head against my chest. “I made us a road trip playlist!”

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Rumi Hawthorne and Nova Tomlin have been best friends since the summer they turned thirteen. They know each other better than anyone, witnessed every bad decision, bad haircut, and bad mood.

By tacit agreement, they’ve kept things strictly platonic.

Until one drunken night.

Rumi refuses to settle down before he’s forty. Nova works two jobs, single minded in her determination to save enough money to go to school.

Neither believes a relationship is in the cards.

But, now that the line has been crossed… fooling around doesn’t seem like such a terrible idea.

What could go wrong?

Trigger scenes of domestic violence not involving the hero.

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Prologue

Nova

“You two go on and play in the grass,” Nana ordered as she turned off the car. “I just need to get Pop’s clothes out of the hamper in his room, and then we’ll head out.”

She climbed out of the car, making a shooing motion with her hand while I reluctantly unbuckled my little brother and dragged him out into the sunshine. It was nap time, and he was tired and cranky, but Nana didn’t seem to care. She’d said he’d sleep in the car, but if she would’ve asked me, I would’ve told her that he’d stopped sleeping in the car when he was two and a half. Now that he was five, it took two songs and running your fingers through his hair for a good fifteen minutes before he’d even close his eyes.

I didn’t understand why Pop even had a room in this place anyway. He lived with Nana. He’d always lived with Nana. People didn’t live in two different houses. That was just stupid. I glanced at the big gray building as I followed Bird over to the grass. There was music coming from the huge open doors, but I couldn’t see anyone inside.

It wasn’t even a house. Pop shouldn’t be leaving his dirty laundry here.

“Wanna jump?” Bird asked, eyeing the picnic tables. By the look in his eye, I knew I wouldn’t be able to dissuade him. I debated for a second whether or not I wanted to try before shaking my head.

“Only off the benches, okay?” I said, plopping down onto the ground. “The table’s too high.”

“It’s not too high,” he argued as he climbed onto a bench and jumped off, yelling like a maniac.

“If you fall and break your arm, it’s gonna hurt,” I warned.

Bird ignored me and climbed back onto the bench. With a sigh, I looked around me, plucking a couple of tiny daisies from the grass so I could pull off the petals. I’d made a few daisy chains before, but I didn’t really feel like trying to make anything. Pulling off the petals felt far more satisfying in my current mood.

“When you think Mama’s gonna pick us up?” Bird asked, jumping off the bench with a dramatic twist. “Maybe tomorrow?”

“Yeah, maybe,” I lied.

She wasn’t going to pick us up. Not ever, maybe. Nana told me that morning that our mom had decided that we should start school in Eugene when summer was over. Nana had tried to make it sound like the schools around their place were better or something, but we both knew the truth.

Mom just didn’t want us anymore, and Nana and Pop did. It was as simple as that.

“You think Nana will take us to ice cream?” Bird shouted, punching the air as he jumped again.

“Doubt it,” I grumbled, my hands fisting in the grass.

“Where my kids at?” a loud voice boomed from behind me.

My lips twitched as I twisted to find Pop striding toward us from over by the big open doors.

“Here!” Bird shouted, climbing up onto the picnic table so he could wave his arms. “We’re over here!”

“Yeah?” Pop replied, getting closer. “Didn’t see ya at first. Where’s your sister?”

I giggled as he dramatically came to a stop a few inches from where I was sitting and looked down at me in mock surprise. “Hell, thought you were some woman your nana hired to babysit!”

I wrinkled my nose at him as he laughed. I loved Nana, but I adored Pop. He was quite possibly my favorite person in the entire world. He was always teasing and joking and bringing us home little goodies after work, but even better than that, he was steady. He came home when he said he would, followed through on his promises, and treated me and Bird like we were the most important people in the world, which I thought was pretty cool because he wasn’t my mom’s dad, and we weren’t even his real grandkids.

“You two havin’ fun with Nana today?” he asked, moving around me so he could catch Bird as he jumped off the picnic table. “Summer’s almost over.”

“We gotta go to the Laundromat,” Bird replied loudly. “It’s boring.”

Pop chuckled, and I scowled. If Bird didn’t get his crap together and stop acting like a brat, Nana and Pop weren’t going to want us either.

“It is pretty boring,” Pop agreed. “How about I get off a little early today and we can go down to the river before dinner.”

“The spot with the rope swing?” I asked nonchalantly.

“You finally gonna jump off it?”

“She won’t,” Bird said with a laugh. “She’s too scared.”

“What do you know? You’re just a baby,” I snapped back.

“I’m not a baby,” Bird yelled.

“Come on, now,” Pop said with an exasperated sigh as he set Bird on his feet. “You’re not a baby,” he said to Bird before turning to me. “You wanna go to the place with the rope swing?”

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Michael Hawthorne has known what he wanted from life since he was fourteen years old.

A Harley, to join the Aces Motorcycle Club, and to marry Emilia Robertson.

When he turned eighteen, those three things seemed within his grasp… until Emilia and her parents disappeared without a word.

Three years later, Emilia appears on Michael’s doorstep—older, beautiful, and mother to a toddler who looks just like Michael.

He doesn’t know if he can trust her.

She doesn’t know if she can count on him.

He’s still in love with her.

She never stopped loving him.

Everything Michael’s ever wanted is within his grasp again, but in order to get it he’ll have to find a way to forgive the girl who broke him.

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Michael

“Hey, gorgeous,” I murmured, a smile pulling at my lips as I opened my locker. Fuck, I was so ready to be done with lugging books around. If it wasn’t for my mother, who’d threatened dismemberment if I didn’t finish high school, I would’ve already dropped out.

Emilia’s hair fell into her face as she tipped her head down. “You’re impossible.”

“Not good at hidin’,” I agreed, grabbing the books I’d need that night. “Not sure why we are.”

“You know exactly why,” she replied, shutting the locker next to mine. “My parents would have multiple heart attacks if they thought there was anything going on between—”

“You mean I can’t tell your old man about the way you climbed on my lap and—”

“Michael,” she snapped, smacking my arm. “Don’t.”

“Fine,” I muttered with a sigh. Slinging my backpack over my shoulder, I gestured for her to walk. “After you.”

“Is your mom home today?” she asked, falling in beside me as we walked toward the front of the school. The halls were crowded, but like always, people made a path as we moved through them. We may not have made our relationship public, but everyone knew that Emilia belonged to the Hawthornes.

“Should be.” I glanced at her. Damn, she was pretty. She was smaller than most of the girls in our school, even the freshman, which made us kind of an odd couple since I was so big, but somehow we worked. “Why, you hopin’ for a little time to ourselves?”

“My mom will probably call to check in,” she replied, wrinkling her nose. “It’ll be better if your mom is there.”

“I don’t know how the fuck your parents still think you’re tutorin’ me,” I said with a laugh, opening the door for her. The change from the hallway’s fluorescent lighting to the bright sun made me grimace, and I pulled on some sunglasses. “Seems like they would’ve caught on after almost a year.”

“I think they feel more comfortable assuming that you aren’t as smart as me.” She glanced at me apologetically. “Because if they’ve done everything they’re supposed to their entire lives—”

“Then how the hell could a kid that grew up playing in the gravel driveway of a motorcycle club be as smart as their precious daughter?”

“You know how they are.”

“Unfortunately, I do,” I muttered, shooting her a small smile so she knew we were still okay. Her parents’ views on the club, my family, and me specifically weren’t news. We’d been friends our entire lives, spent every year in the same class in school, and still, they saw my family as some white trash criminals.

It probably started when my mom dropped me off at kindergarten with a half shaved head, the rest of her hair a vivid blue, and a matching septum ring. She wasn’t exactly the picture of a PTA mom. Though, it could’ve started the first time my dad picked me up on the back of his bike. Either way, their opinion of me was set in stone.

“Can you guys hurry up?” my little brother Rumi called across the parking lot. He was sitting on the tailgate of my truck, his backpack on the ground by his feet. “It always takes you guys twice the time it takes everyone else to get the fuck out of there.”

“Oh, I’m sorry,” I called back as we got closer. “In a hurry to get home?”

“I’d rather not stay any longer than I have to,” he griped, pulling his long hair back into a ponytail.

“Bus left five minutes ago,” I reminded him, grabbing his bag as we reached the truck and tossing it in the bed with mine. “You coulda already been gone.”

“I’m not ridin’ the bus,” he grumbled, hopping down. “I’d rather walk.”

“No one’s stoppin’ ya.”

“Hey, Rumi,” Emilia said, interrupting our bickering with a grin.

“Hey, Emmy Lou Who,” he murmured, throwing his arm around her shoulders, pulling her in until her face smashed against his chest. He tugged the backpack off her shoulder. “How ya been, sprite?”

“Pretty good since you saw me at lunch,” she replied, laughing as she shoved him away.

“You’re the best part of my day,” Rumi announced dramatically, throwing his arms out wide, the backpack dangling from one hand.

“Could you stop flirting with my girlfriend?” I complained, grabbing Emilia’s hand so I could tow her toward the driver’s side door.

“Can’t,” Rumi said, stashing the bag with ours. “She’s too good for you, Mick. I’m gonna steal her.”

I scoffed as Emilia laughed. It was a familiar argument that none of us took seriously. The chance of my brother trying to make a move on my girl was about as likely as being killed by a falling meteor.

“So, no practice today?” Rumi asked as we headed home. My brother was annoying, but I actually liked when he rode with us because it meant that Emilia would sit in the middle seat, pressed against me from shoulder to thigh.

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Charlie

Nothing had been moved. Draco’s running shoes were still in a pile next to Kara’s carefully placed ones by the door. A towel from someone, probably Draco, was still hung over the banister of the stairway. The entryway still smelled like cinnamon from the little scented plugs I’d bought from a store at the mall and a little like the sprinkling of rain we’d had the night before. Everything was the same, it was the exact tableau that I’d left that morning, but something was wrong. The minute I walked into the house, I could feel it.

My scalp tingled and the back of my neck itched. Closing the door quietly behind me, I reached for the baseball bat we stored just inside, the handle resting against the corner just left of the doorframe. I let my bag slip gently down my arm and set it on the doormat as I slowly moved forward, raising the bat to my shoulder.

My dad teased me about the bat. Hell, nearly everyone at the clubhouse teased me about it. A baseball bat wasn’t the best form of home defense because much like a knife, you had to be pretty damn close to someone in order to use it. So, yeah, they gave me shit.

They gave me shit, but they also didn’t give me grief. There was a difference. They thought it was funny, and they made it known, but the members of the Aces MC knew better than to try and convince me that a bat would do no good. None of them would make that mistake. They’d watched me swing it, practicing hour after hour, from the time I was five years old. I’d played softball for fifteen years. The force of my swing was enough to put someone in the hospital, no matter where I hit them. I liked to call it the great equalizer since pretty much everyone I met was bigger than I was.

Stepping forward, I moved around the creaky floorboard and looked into the living room. Nothing there, but the tingle hadn’t stopped.

I made my way through the kitchen and the downstairs bathroom, but everything was in its place. The back door in the laundry-slash-mudroom was still locked. Kara and Draco’s room was empty.

As I made my way up the stairs I loosened my shoulders and readjusted my grip on the bat, rubbing my thumb along the grip tape the way I’d done a thousand times before. There were three bedrooms upstairs, but we only used two. I glanced inside the first one, but there was nothing. The entire room was empty, there weren’t even curtains on the windows. The next room was neat and I couldn’t see anything out of place. The bathroom upstairs was tiny with Jack-and-Jill doors that were both currently closed.

I took a deep breath as I stepped into my bedroom. It had originally been two bedrooms when the house was built, but some time over the last fifty years had been converted into one large room. I had twice the windows and twice the space as the other two bedrooms upstairs and I made good use of it. My bed sat in the center, made just the way I’d left it that morning. The pile of folded clothes I’d set on the small couch off to the right side under the windows were still where I’d put them. My yoga mat was still lying on the floor to the left side of the bed, my free weights still lined up by size against the wall. I braced my feet and threw open my closet door. Empty.

Oh, for fuck’s sake.

I let out a little laugh as I walked over and dropped onto the foot of the bed, laying the bat across my knees. Kara was going to find it hilarious when I told her how bad I’d freaked myself out. Since we’d moved in, I’d had a hard time getting used to all the noises the old house made as it settled. After living in the same house my entire life and then in a tiny apartment with Kara, the new place was a little creepy. It had been updated, but it was still old. People had lived and died there long before my cousin Tommy bought it and I was pretty sure there were ghosts. Okay, maybe pretty sure was pushing it. Let’s just say I hadn’t ruled the possibility out yet.

I snickered and glanced toward the TV.

In an instant, my laughter cut off with a choking sound.

The bat fell from my hands and rolled onto the floor as I stared.

I could have missed it. I could have walked into my room and seen nothing wrong. It was plausible for anyone else. The way I’d hung the mural of framed photos above my TV hadn’t looked like there was any pattern. I liked it that way. I thought it looked cooler if they looked like they’d been hung haphazardly over time. But they hadn’t—I’d painstakingly found each photo by pouring through my mom’s old boxes and albums and phones and thumb drives. I knew where each photo came from, when it was taken, and precisely where it hung on my wall.

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Draco

I cracked my knuckles—the only show of nerves that I allowed myself anymore—as I watched the door across the room. It had been a month since I’d seen Kara and I didn’t want to miss a second of being in her presence. I felt starved for her. It was pathetic, really, the way I used her visits to keep me going. It was also supremely fucking unfair to her, which was why I never let on how important her visits were. She was young, and since I’d been inside, the small age gap between us seemed to have widened exponentially. She was still going to school, getting yelled at by her parents, and figuring out where to send her college applications, while I… well, I spent the morning carrying around a contraband joint for a guy called Mutt because we’d heard that his cell was going to get tossed—and I owed him.

It was a whole different world inside, and I was trying to figure out the best way to navigate it. Sometimes, I felt like forgetting home was better. I’d spend the entire day refusing to think about life on the outside—our house, what my parents were doing, if Curt had completely trashed the media room now that I wasn’t there to tell him to clean up his mess—but always, by the time I laid my head down at night, I’d put myself into a panic, forcing myself into remembering every miniscule thing I could, terrified that I’d forget what real life was like.

My pop had told me to keep my head down and do my time. The club had set up protection for me inside, which was a relief, but that protection didn’t come without strings. Mutt was the main watchdog, which worked out pretty good for me because I actually liked the guy. He reminded me of my Uncle Grease a little. But there were others, too, men who made it known that they’d step in if anyone fucked with me. The consequence of being protected so I didn’t get raped or stabbed in the shower? I had to run errands, pass messages, hold shit that could get me into serious trouble, and occasionally be a rat. It was a more than fair trade, but it still fucking sucked.

I hated it. I hated the way everything smelled. I hated being surrounded by men who would as easily stab me in the throat as look at me, I hated the isolation and my cell. I hated the food. I hated the fact that I couldn’t go outside until my designated yard time. I hated the boredom and the tedium and the motherfucking fluorescent lighting that had started giving me migraines.

But what I hated most of all and could never tell anyone was the fact that I felt like I had a bullseye painted on my back and I was scared all the goddamn time. Wanted-my-fucking-mommy terrified. I’d had to teach myself to freeze instead of flinch anytime someone surprised me. Weakness, no matter how protected I was, could get me killed. I barely slept.

I held my breath as the door opened and the visitors filed in. My eyebrows rose in surprise as Charlie and Curt came walking through the door with my mom. The group always had to have an adult with them when they visited, which seemed incredibly ironic since Curt was my twin and I fucking lived in the prison—but whatever. Where was Kara?

“Hey!” Charlie said, dropping onto the bench across from me. “How you doin’? You okay?”

“Brother, dear,” Curtis said dryly, shooting Charlie a chill look.

“Hey, baby,” my mom said as she sat down last, her jaw tight. She took great pains to hide how much she hated that I was in there, but it was impossible for her to mask every expression. Her loathing for the guards that barked out orders any time she got too close to me was a palpable thing. If she could’ve carried a weapon inside the prison, I had a feeling she would’ve done something stupid.

I waited for a minute for them to tell me where she was, but finally spoke when no one else did.

“Not that I’m not happy to see ya,” I said to the small group. I cleared my throat. “But I thought Kara was comin’?”

Jesus, it felt pathetic to even ask. I hated that, too.

“She called last night and told me she couldn’t make it today,” my mom said with a small shrug. “So, I let Charlie know, since it was her turn next.”

“Why?” I asked, looking at Charlie. “She okay?”

“As far as I know,” Charlie replied, nodding her head. “Maybe she just had family shit or something. I don’t know. I haven’t talked to her.”

“You should make sure everything’s okay,” I said, the words tumbling out of my mouth before I could stop them. I couldn’t believe that Kara had missed a visit unless something was wrong.

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Trix

Present

“I’m nervous,” I muttered, glaring at my husband as I tore off another shirt and threw it on the bed. “Why the hell am I nervous to see my own son? I’ve seen him every fucking week for the last three years and nine months.”

“You’re not nervous to see him,” Cam replied, shaking his head. I paused to watch him pull a flannel over his undershirt, his fingers moving to each button unerringly, even though his eyes were on me.

His hands weren’t shaking the way mine were.

“You’re nervous that we’re gonna get there and they’re gonna say there was some sort of mistake and not let him out.”

I dropped to the edge of the bed as the truth of his comment sunk deep. He was right, as usual, but it didn’t irritate me the way it normally did. I was too busy being stunned that he’d actually said the words out loud. It seemed like it would jinx things somehow. Now that the words were out there, floating in the universe, my fear tripled.

“It’s gonna be fine,” he assured me, coming over to run his fingers through my hair. “It’s all gonna go off without a hitch, and your dad’s gonna bitch at me for weeks for havin’ you on the back of my bike.”

I scoffed as I stood back up. “He can fuck right off if he thinks I won’t be there when my son breathes fresh air for the first time in years.”

“I’ll let him know you said that,” Cam replied, grinning. He gestured to the bed covered in discarded shirts. “Wear the green one. It makes your tits look great.”

I stared at him in disbelief and shoved him toward the doorway. As soon as he was in the hall, laughing, I shut the door in his face.

“I don’t care how my tits look today!” I yelled.

“I always care how your tits look!” he yelled back, before I heard him stomping down the hallway.

Facing the bed, I sighed and randomly picked up a sweater and pulled it on. It wasn’t the green one. I wouldn’t give that lecher the satisfaction. Looking down at myself, I smiled. I didn’t believe in holding onto clothes that didn’t fit or were no longer flattering. My tits looked good in anything I owned, thank you very much.

I curled my toes into the carpet as I made my way toward the master bath. The feeling centered me, but my hands still shook.

I was scared that somehow, some way, they would tell us tough luck, that my baby boy wouldn’t be coming home with us. And that wasn’t my only fear, not by a long shot. I worried that he’d be different. That the short visits we’d had every Sunday for far too long hadn’t been enough to really know my own son. That he wouldn’t be the same thoughtful, caring, pain in the ass he’d always been. That he would have a hard time adjusting to life on the outside, and I’d find myself watching him go back inside. I was terrified that if he did go back inside, I wouldn’t be able to stop his other half from following him there and next time, I’d lose both my sons. Alternately, I was afraid that the bond between my twin sons would never be the same, like their connection had changed the same way their looks had with the time apart.

My boys were identical and they’d looked it. Sometimes, they had different haircuts, and Draco’s acne had been worse than Curtis’s their entire eighth grade year, but if you didn’t know them, they were impossible to tell apart.

It wasn’t like that anymore.

I shook my hands out and reached for a brush, smoothing my hair back to the nape of my neck so I could braid it. After we got home that afternoon, I’d let it hang loose, but I was too anxious to deal with it flying around my head when we were on the bike. A quick glance out the window told me the sun was still out—an unexpected bonus on December 23 in Oregon. At least we wouldn’t have to ride in the rain. That was one less thing I had to worry about.

“Let’s go,” Cam said a few minutes later, swinging open the bedroom door as I pulled on my socks.

“We don’t have to leave for fifteen more minutes,” I argued, checking the clock.

“Baby, it takes you exactly fifteen minutes to leave the house.”

“It does not,” I said, glaring at him. The argument was almost as old as our relationship.

“It does,” he said in exasperation. “No shit, fifteen minutes on the fuckin’ dot. Started when the boys were born—and I got it then. Gettin’ two babies outta the house is a nightmare. But once they started standin’ at the door waitin’ on your ass, it got a little old.”

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When Cecilia Butler’s well-ordered life explodes into chaos, she has no choice but to reach out to the family and friends she’d left behind years earlier—the Aces Motorcycle Club. A single call to the Aces sets off a chain of events that completely changes the course of her life, forcing Cecilia to finally confront the ghosts that she’d spent most of her adult life running from… Including the love of her life. Welcome home, CeeCee.
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Cecilia

I’d been terrified before, the kind of fear that paralyzes your thought processes so completely that your body moves with pure muscle memory to keep you safe. So, I guess I was more prepared than most for the moment that gunshots erupted downstairs.

It still took me a moment to comprehend what was happening, drawn out seconds where I sat there in disbelief, a million memories running through my head and my heartbeat pounding in my ears. It was only seconds, though, and then I was silently standing from the rocker, putting my hand on the arm to stop any movement, and racing toward the closet.

The sound of my best friend Liv screaming made me pause in my mad dash, but only for a split second, when the scream was cut off with another gunshot. I couldn’t help her anymore, not that I could’ve in the first place. I had no idea how many people were shooting. Growing up in the company of outlaw bikers had taught me a lot of lessons, but one of the most important ones was, if you weren’t sure of your odds, lay low until you were. I looked down at the baby sleeping against my chest. I’d also been taught that protecting children always came first.

Grabbing my purse and bag off the dresser, I glanced around the room, making sure that I hadn’t left any sign of my presence. I wasn’t even supposed to be there. I’d planned on staying home with a TV dinner and uninterrupted episodes of my favorite shows for Thanksgiving. I grit my teeth as the sound of more gunshots filtered up the stairs. I needed to get moving.

I’d given Liv so much shit for using this closet as overflow for her main closet, but I was thankful as hell as I stepped inside and saw the rows and rows of clothing. Finding a particularly full rack, I pressed in between a large wool cape-looking thing and a floor length fur coat. Who wore fur anymore? Jesus. As soon as I’d put everything down along the wall, I turned off the light and climbed into the space, pulling the coats in front of me.

It didn’t take long for someone to come into the bedroom. I’d known it wouldn’t. I’d assume that if you shot someone, you’d want to make sure you hadn’t left any witnesses. The person was trying to be quiet, but houses had a way of spilling their secrets, if you knew what to listen for. The soft squeak of the door hinges and the swish of steps on carpet made the hair on the back of my neck stand on end. Then, the closet door was open.

I took a slow, steady breath and rested my hand on the pistol I kept in my purse. One second passed. Then another. The light came on and I stopped breathing.

Then, with a click of the switch, the light was off again and the door shut.

I closed my eyes and kissed the tiny head tucked beneath my chin. Thank God, she’d stayed asleep.

We stayed curled in that closet for a while, but I knew at some point, I’d need to get us out of there. I couldn’t hear anyone in the house, but there was a good chance they were still around. We were secluded up here, and whoever had done the shooting probably thought they had plenty of time to do whatever it was they’d come to do.

Pulling out my phone, I scrolled through the contacts. Most of the time, I loved that there was some distance between me and my family. This was not one of those times. I turned the volume on my phone down as low as it could go and listened to it ring and ring, finally going to voicemail.

“Shit,” I breathed. Of course my mom didn’t have her phone with her. It was Thanksgiving. She was probably already half drunk and had set it down somewhere. She wouldn’t even notice I’d called until tomorrow when the cleanup started, and she found it sitting on the edge of the stove or something.

Scrolling past my dad’s number—I was pretty sure he wasn’t using that throw-away anymore – I pressed send again.

After one ring, my brother answered. Dependable Cam.

“Who’s this?” he barked.

“It’s me,” I replied, relief making the words come out a little shaky. Just hearing his voice bolstered me, even though I knew he was a thousand miles away, and no help whatsoever.

“CeeCee?”

“Yeah, is Mom with you?”

“Everything okay?” he asked. I could hear the noise changing in the background as he moved.

“Not even a little,” I replied quietly.

“Fuck,” he muttered, his voice lower than it had been before.

Then, my mom’s voice filled the line. “Cecilia, what’s wrong?”

“I’ve got a bit of a situation,” I said, downplaying it. I don’t know why I still did that. Habit, I guess. A lifetime of hiding my true thoughts and feelings, especially those that would worry my parents, didn’t disappear in one phone call.

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