Guardian

by Brook Wilder

  Speaking of.

  I walked back to the bedroom, half expecting to see her sprawled on the bed, books all around her. Because of the craziness of her life and her mom’s injury, she was behind on her schoolwork, and just because we were engaged didn’t mean I wanted her to give up on her dream. She had worked too hard to get where she was.

  But instead I found her coming out of the bathroom, her face pale. I went instantly on alert.

  “What’s wrong?” I asked.

  She looked up at me, her eyes wide. “I, um, things are going to get interesting around here.”

  I arched a brow, grabbing her upper arms lightly. “What’s wrong, Alice?”

  She held up a small stick. “I’m pregnant.”

  It took only seconds for her words to filter through my brain. “Pregnant?”

  “Apparently so.” She showed me the words on the stick, clear as day in the dying light. “We’re going to be a family.”

  I swallowed, a thousand emotions going through my body.

  Alice was going to have my kid. She was going to swell with our baby and give me the one thing I thought I would never have.

  “Are you okay?” she asked softly, hesitation in her voice.

  I pulled her against me, emotions choking my throat.

  “I love you.”

  She sagged against my body, burying her face in my chest.

  “This is… I can’t believe it.”

  I couldn’t either.

  “If it’s a boy,” she continued, as I fought the tears in my eyes, “I want to call him ‘Jack’.”

  I nearly fell to my knees. “I think he would like that.”

  After all, it had been Jack that had brought us together.

  END OF BOOK 5

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  PREVIEW – SENTINEL

  Gary

  I drummed my fingers along the scarred table, not really paying much attention to anything going on around me. The place was crowded tonight, with both men and women, partly due to the buy one get one half off drink specials they were running.

  That and there was nothing else to do in this shithole on a Tuesday evening.

  “Man, it’s packed,” Jared Fulton remarked as he picked up his beer. “I hate the damn crowds.”

  “Yeah me, too,” I answered, tipping the beer bottle to my lips. I wondered why the heck we were here, but it wasn’t my place to question orders.

  All we got was to case the place, ensure no damage was done, and report back. I didn’t know what we were looking for, but I could almost bet that it was gonna be bad when we found it.

  Clearing my throat, I leaned back in the chair, watching as a rail thin blonde finished her set on the stage before us. The Gallery was a strip joint owned by the Legion, a biker gang that resided in Greenwood, Nevada. The vest on my person might say prospect at the moment, but in another few months, I was hoping to move up in the ranks. Thanks to Jared, or Fulton as I called him, I was learning everything there was to know about the Legion and what my role could be once he deemed me ready to join the brotherhood.

  In my younger years, I was just another nerdy kid with a video game controller in my hands, skinny enough for the damn wind to blow me over. Not once had it crossed my mind that I might have a shot at joining a gang like the Legion before Jack Carry stepped into my life.

  I chalked it up to a chance encounter. I was eighteen, fresh out of school and heading to a life in some shit cubicle job. I had mad computer skills, but that was about it. My coke bottle glasses held the girls at bay. Well that, and my lack of muscles. Which my big brain couldn’t begin to make up for.

  Girls didn’t go for brains. That was a lie to make the nerdy guys think they could score one day.

  But that night, in the diner, my entire life had changed. I was sweeping up, earning a shit paycheck to fuel my video game habit when some Crusaders came in the door two seconds after a group of Legion had sat down in their booth. Looking back on it, I remember thinking it was stupid a bunch of grown men would fight over something as little and insignificant as booth territory, but I didn’t know better back then.

  I found myself in the middle of a turf war. I wasn’t a chick, not the normal person you would a bunch of guys would take hostage, but I had been at the right place at the right time apparently. I went from sweeping the floors to having a knife at my throat, watching my pathetic life flash before my eyes.

  But that hadn’t been the most profound moment of that night. No, that had been Jack Carry taking control of the situation, convincing the Crusaders to leave, and the Legion were left to enjoy their meal.

  I had been left standing in the corner, literally shaking and still feeling the knife pressed against my throat. Jack had noticed me and on his way out, given me a card with his number on it. “Call me tomorrow,” he’d said.

  At the time, I didn’t know why he wanted me to call him, but I was glad I had. Four years later, I was on the threshold of becoming someone in this club and not just ‘Kid’ as the other members liked to call me. I didn’t really care about the name so much anymore, knowing that any one of them would protect my ass at a moment’s notice.

  But I did want their respect. I wanted to be seen on the same level as them, to truly be a part of the group of men that had become my second family. I was different than most. I had a good family, no broken home or negligent parents.

  My parents were still alive, still together, and living on the fringes of town. I went to their house every Sunday for dinner, and though I knew they didn’t approve of my choice of profession, they never voiced it.

  We just didn’t talk about the tattoos I was accumulating, or the vest I wore nearly every day.

  “God, how much longer?” Fulton said, breaking my thoughts.

  I grinned. “Missing your wife?”

  “Hell yes,” he grinned back, his gaze softening. “I know she’s sitting at the house in that little black number.”

  I held up my hand, interrupting him. “I really don’t need to know anything else.”

  Fulton chuckled, shaking a finger at me. “You’ll know this feeling one day man and it will hit you like a shit ton of bricks. You won’t even know what happened.”

  I didn’t answer, seeing the look in his eyes. Hell, I hoped so. I wanted a wife, a family one day. I wanted to know what my parents had found after all these years, to have someone to go home to after a long day and just chill with. Unlike most men my age, I was looking for that forever, not a one-night stand.

  “Can I get you something else, honey?”

  I looked up at the pretty brunette standing next to me, her lips pursed in an inviting smile. “I’m good, thanks.”

  “Are you sure?” she asked again, her hand on her hip. “You know I get off around midnight. I’d love to unwind with a bottle of wine.”

  My face grew hot. I ignored Fulton’s snicker as I tried to find the right words to let her down easy. “As much as I would like to, darling, I’ll be working.”

  Her lips formed a pretty pout and she pulled a slip of paper out of her waitress apron, sliding it across the table to me. “Well then, if you change your mind.”

  I picked it up and gave her a nod, watching as she sauntered off, her tantalizing hips swinging back and forth.

  “You kill me, man. She was all about sucking your cock tonight and all you could come up with was that you had to work?”

  I slipped the number into my pocket to destroy later, picking up my beer. “I’m not interested in a fling.”

  Ful
ton shook his head. “Of course not. Why would I expect anything different from you?”

  I eyed him. “Are you saying you’d hit that now?”

  “What? No of course not,” Fulton replied, waving me off. “I’m married now. There’s only one woman for me and she’s currently warming my bed.”

  “There you go,” I answered. “I want that, man. You don’t know how lucky you are.” I had experienced my fair share of flings in my younger years, right after the guys learned I hadn’t ‘popped my cherry’ yet. I mean, no one wanted to bed a nerd in the first place.

  So, they had taken it upon themselves to set me up with such a tsunami of willing women that I had to finally tell them to stop sending them. I didn’t want mindless sex anymore. I wanted something meaningful; I wanted a future.

  Hell, I sounded like a woman most days inside my head.

  “Aw shit,” Fulton suddenly said, motioning toward the stage. “We are in for a real treat tonight.”

  I turned my attention back to the stage, my mouth going dry at the woman who was making her way out to the pole, a wide smile on her face. She was wearing some sort of gauzy coverup, her long, red hair draped over one shoulder in a handful of curls. Her creamy skin glowed under the lights and the entire club went silent, as if they were collectively holding their breath in anticipation of a heart-stopping show.

  To be fair, their expectations were about to be realized. Becky White was a woman that everyone knew, but no one wanted to cross. I hadn’t heard a bad word uttered amongst her staff here at the Gallery, and most appreciated how she had taken her father’s business and turned it into something classy.

  Even if it was a strip joint.

  I shifted in my chair as she finally reached the pole. She nodded to the DJ who filled the place with a slow, sultry song that made Becky grin and shake her head. From my vantage point, I could see the pink polish on her toe nails, the silver bra and matching thong barely covered by the cover up. She had a body that was meant to be held, full of curves that any man would enjoy grabbing onto.

  She was gorgeous.

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  A Word from Brook Wilder

  Dear Reader,

  Thank you for reading Guardian, the fifth standalone book of nine in the Southern Bikers series!

  In the Southern Bikers series, you’ll meet nine dirty-mouthed badass bikers, see them go toe-to-toe with nine equally sassy women who’ll bring them to their knees, and ride through nine adrenaline-soaked adventures to their happily ever afters.

  Are you ready to see what comes next?

  If you enjoyed Guardian, you’ll love the rest of the Southern Bikers series. The stakes are higher, the sex hotter, and the story will have you holding your breath until the end.

  I hope you’ll join me.

  Brook Wilder

  READ WRECKED HERE

  READ SHATTERED HERE

  READ DEFILED HERE

  READ PROTECTOR HERE

  READ GUARDIAN HERE

  READ SENTINEL HERE

  READ MONSTER HERE

  READ SAVAGE HERE

  READ HELLION HERE

  Books in the SOUTHERN BIKERS Series

  BOOK 1: WRECKED

  HE CLAIMED MY BODY AND WRECKED MY HEART.

  Zack Hale was all of my firsts.

  My first kiss. My first love. My first heartbreak.

  He was the bad boy who destroyed my good girl reputation.

  He was the reason I had to leave.

  Fate pulled us back together to find a girl taken from her family.

  And I found myself needing him more than ever.

  Unfortunately, the years made him irresistible.

  I can’t give in to him. I can’t let down my guard.

  But each moment tempts me more than the last.

  I know what I’d let him do to me if I give in.

  I know what he’s capable of all over again:

  To leave my heart wrecked beyond repair.

  Until the only thing that I know for certain…

  … is that I belong to him.

  READ WRECKED HERE

  BOOK 2 – SHATTERED

  HE WAS MY BROTHER’S BEST FRIEND WHO SHATTERED MY HEART.

  Everyone warned me to stay away from him for my own good.

  Instead, I craved his hard gaze and his rough hands.

  He gave me what I wanted: but it cost me everything.

  All I ever wanted was for Neil Wheeler to give me his attention.

  He was my brother’s best friend, and I was off-limits.

  That didn’t stop him from pursuing me.

  We were together for a brief time, but each day was hotter than last.

  But being with him cost me everything.

  I wasn't prepared to see him again.

  I wasn’t prepared for the fact that I wanted to see him again.

  But this time, I want to prove that he didn’t break me.

  This time, I want to prove that he can’t break me.

  READ SHATTERED HERE

  BOOK 3 – DEFILED

  I DEFILED THE KING'S DAUGHTER BY KNOCKING HER UP.

  She had been my captive, my plaything, my prize.

  But I had no idea about the baby I put in her belly.

  Amy Travis was the daughter to the President of the Devil's Horsemen MC.

  I was the outcast son of a known traitor to the club.

  I wasn't supposed to get anywhere near her--until she was delivered to my doorstep, trussed and bound.

  One look at her, and I knew nothing could keep me from getting a taste.

  The only thing is, a taste wouldn't be enough.

  I had to have more, I needed to have more.

  One night was all we had, and I thought that'd be the last time I see her.

  It'd be our little secret. Nobody else was supposed to know.

  But secrets in our world don't stay secrets for long.

  And little did I know, Amy had a secret of her own.

  Or I should say: a secret of our own.

  A secret that will put both our lives in danger.

  A secret whose consequence none of us was ready to bear.

  A secret, that once revealed, will mean hell to pay.

  READ DEFILED HERE

  BOOK 4 - PROTECTOR

  SHE JUST MADE AN EASY PROTECTION JOB GET REAL HARD.

  But her father’s paying, and I won’t turn down an easy job.

  One look and I know she’s anything but easy.

  I was supposed to keep her safe. But now, I’m making her mine.

  Nataliya Zebrovskaya is the heiress to an empire built on drugs, guns, and women.

  An heiress whose father is willing to pay very good money to keep safe.

  Money that only a fool would turn down.

  Keeping a spoiled princess safe?

  Easy.

  But from the moment I put my eyes on her.

  From the moment I caught a glimpse of her spitfire attitude.

  I knew things are about to get harder than either of us expected.

  She’s used to people bending over backwards for her.

  But I’m going to make her bends for me.

  Some other bastard may think that Nat belongs to him.

  But before long, I’ll have the whole world know:

  She belongs to me.

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  BOOK 5 - GUARDIAN

  I WAS HER FIRST, AND I’LL MAKE SURE THAT I’M HER ONLY.

  I play rough, and I go hard.

  I break beds by night, and hearts the next morning.

  In my world, there’s no room for ‘No.’

  I was supposed to keep an eye on her.

  Instead, I took her away.

  She didn’t ask to be put into this arrangement.

  She didn’t ask to become my prisoner
and property.

  But from the moment I pull her into my bed...

  I realized just how inexperienced she is.

  Uncorrupted and pure, she accidentally let it slip that I’ll be her first everything.

  There’s no way anything in this world will make me let her go.

  I might be her first, but once I’m done, I’ll make sure that I’m her only.