by Sierra Rose
Forever
Part 3
Star Crossed MC Lovers
By
Sierra Rose
Copyright © 2016 by Sierra Rose
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Rebecca is an aspiring actress. While at a fancy cocktail party, the socialites begin to pick on her. And that’s when she claims she’s dating the billionaire host of the party. When he goes along with it, Rebecca is in shock. And when this billionaire offers her a proposition she can’t say no to, she dives straight in.
Jenna Harks left Goldman Sachs. Left the two hundred thousand starting salary on the table. She left to make her name with something bigger, better. Even if it did mean starting out as a low-level assistant without recognition or the chance of dental. But when mistaken identity gives Jenna the job of her dreams, she isn’t sure what to make of it. She knows she has the skills and determination, that’s for sure. So she rises to the challenge.
There is Michael Larchwood, younger son of the legendary Abe Larchwood. Second heir to the keys of the castle. He was also a notorious playboy who flirts with Jenna. The thing is, not only does the company have a zero tolerance policy toward inter-office fraternization, but Michael was well known for flouting those rules. At least four women in the last two years were fired after being seen leaving his apartment, and Jenna was in no way interested in making that list.
And then there’s the serious brother, Thomas Larchwood, who is a brilliant financial tactician and the youngest person ever to be named on Forbes most influential people’s list. All that and he was only a few years older than Jenna.
The more Michael flirts with Jenna, the more Thomas takes notice. Both brothers are off limits. But during this Christmas season, one of them steals her heart.
She thinks he’s despicable. He wants her back…with a vengeance.
BOOK TRAILER: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=pZ8m9f7JDzk
Short blurb: A woman must travel around the globe with her despicable ex in order to get her hands on her inheritance.
My Despicable Ex longer blurb:
Ashly Roberts and Jake Connors are barely twenty when they decide to take the proverbial plunge and walk down the aisle to exchange vows in front of the dearly beloved. Basking in bridal bliss, Ashly feels she is living the perfect fairytale, until she’s faced with a runaway groom, dumped at the altar by bad-boy fiancé, Jake Connors.
Five years later, Jake steps back into her life…
He realizes that being a no-show for their nuptials was the worst mistake of his life. A little older and more mature, he is ready to fight for Ashly’s love once again. When Ashly sees him, she can’t deny the attraction she feels, but her hormones are overruled by the horror of what he did to her in the past. Nevertheless, Jake’s most potent weapon, those dazzling baby blues, ignites a spark in Ashly, no matter how angry she wants to be. She cannot deny the spark, and she only hopes the inferno it ignites will not consume her heart again.
This is a 3 book novella series. 18+ due to sexual situations.
Britt woke up in Jack’s glorious arms.
Jack…whatever his last name was. She hadn't a clue who he was. Kicking her way out of the sheets, Britt got to her feet and clutched her head instantly. It pounded like an unsuccessful road construction project and her teeth hurt, actually ached from the hangover. Stumbling to the bathroom with annoyance, she drank water and took a shower and drank more water, chastising herself for letting it get this bad.
She knew to drink water and take aspirin before bed to help curb this hideous feeling. She needed a full breakfast, something big. But she was stuck with this guy who thought it was socially acceptable to hang out after a one-night stand. Britt didn’t have any experience with a one-nighter, except that time in college with the one guy in her women’s studies class, the one with the tattoo of a hard drive motherboard on his chest. That hadn’t ended well, but for sure he had at least had the courtesy to leave her dorm immediately afterward. Were they supposed to have breakfast together? Bond in some way? She had work. He had…probably the unemployment line or guitar practice or something. Mainly, she needed head-space to get ready for her day and try to forget what she’d done the night before, namely some guitarist whose last name was a mystery better left unsolved. The guy was HOT! But she knew she would never see him again.
Or would she?
WARNING: This is a novella. 18+ due to sexual situations. This is a 3-book series. This ends with a cliffhanger and the story will be continued in Book 2.
When Julia finds out her father is dying, she is devastated. He tells her his biggest regret is not getting the chance to dance with her at her wedding reception. So what does Julia do? She creates the perfect wedding reception. But there’s one problem. Julia doesn’t have a groom. Nonetheless, she plans a small wedding reception for close friends and family so her father will get his last dying wish. But when the press hears about the heartwarming story, Julia creates a media buzz. The story goes viral and her simple wedding reception goes from a backyard event to being hosted at one of the most elegant ballrooms in New York City. And when billionaire Luke Ellison enters the mix, the press goes wild. Can Julia fight her attraction toward a man who broke her heart so many years ago?
Calli Crawford has given up too much in life; too many rules and regulations forcing her to become someone she can barely recognize. Such is the life of a woman in the Witness Protection Program. With loneliness and fear as a constant companion, she's in search for solitude in hopes of making it to the trial date and getting back to her life.
Captain John "Edge" Barker has served his final mission for the Navy SEALs and the devastation of it has left its mark on the hard-bodied vet. His plan is to focus on his dogs and ignore the rest of the world, but when a raven-haired woman in need moves across the street, his world is turned upside down.
Needing someone to protect, he goes against his better judgment and steps into her world, and makes her fight his own. With the largest syndicate in New York searching high and low for them, the pair doesn't have the luxury of living in the present. They're forced to stay on the razor edge of tomorrow.
Addictive Collision tells the story of twenty-five-year-old Morgan Tyler, who works as a receptionist at Belmont University and also takes classes on the side. She journeys through the pain of being trapped in a sexless marriage. Tired of having a roommate for a husband, she explores her options. Should she stay in the confines of her unhappy marriage or make the painful decision to leave? As she debates what direction her life should take, sparks begin to fly with a hot, hunky mailman named Foster. Is it time to move on with her life, or should Morgan fight for the man who is ignoring her?
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PROLOGUE
Selene
“Do you want another glass of water?” I asked my father.
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p; He sat up in bed and gazed out the hospital window. “No, thank you, butterfly.”
I smiled. “I’m so glad you’re okay.”
“You were worried?”
“Of course I was worried. I started thinking about all those camping trips we took and how we went fishing. And all these memories came flooding back. I miss those good old days. You were my hero.”
Yeah, when I used to be naïve and clueless as to who you really were.
“I’m not your hero anymore?” he asked.
“I’m all grown up. I don’t need a hero anymore.”
“Cynical, just like your old man.”
I let out a long breath, then smiled.
“I remember how you used to chase all the pretty butterflies,” he said. “It’s why I nicknamed you Butterfly.”
I grinned. “I remember the nets you bought us.”
“Somebody had to help you catch all those butterflies.”
“But you were a big softy. You would help me release every single one of them.”
“Catch and release. Just like the fish. You can’t keep what’s not yours.”
“I’m just glad you’re better.”
He looked over at me. “I don’t know what I would do without you. You’re my rock, my strength. And I’m so proud of you.”
“I’m a chip off the old block.”
“I couldn’t ask for a better daughter.”
I swallowed nervously. His words made me feel guilty. I’d been working with the Feds to take down my dad and his drug dealing operations.
“Is something wrong?” he asked.
“No,” I said. “You just scared the hell out of me, Dad. Don’t ever do that again.”
He laughed. “Never. Now, will you get that doctor of mine in here. I’ve been in here far too long. It’s time to get home.”
“You’ve got to slow down.”
“Never.”
My father had survived his heart attack. As soon as he recovered, he didn’t slow down and was back on the warpath. I thought he might change, but he didn’t. And life went on…
It was all a matter of luck. Whether it’s good luck, bad luck or sheer dumb luck, everything depends on which side of the argument you’re on. And let’s face it, everyone around here takes a side. You could split this town in half based upon their allegiances. There was no grey area. You were either for the Stone Wolves or you were in the thick of it with the Black Hearts. There was no neutral ground. The town was polarized.
If you didn’t shout out on high where your loyalty was, you were a sitting duck. You were open game, and you could be pretty sure one of the MCs had a bullet with your name on it. There is no such thing as staying out of it, or minding your own business. The business of the Stone Wolves and the Black Hearts was a matter of public security. Without the manpower of a club in Pleasant Valley, Pennsylvania, you were nothing more than an easy target. A future headline. Let’s just carve you a box, right now.
Who could have known that meeting with Lucas “Lucky” Morrison would be a defining moment in my life? Certainly not me, and I was the daughter of the President of the Black Hearts. Lucky had no clue either, and he was VP of the rival MC, the Stone Wolves. Our respective families most certainly didn’t dream that we would find love in the darkest of places.
After all, our two houses didn’t quite see eye to eye. Let’s not play coy. The men that Lucky called brothers and the men that surrounded me were bitter rivals. Their animosity stretched over five generations and most people in Pleasant Valley would be hard pressed to tell you how the war even began. But despite the boiling tension and the bloodshed between our families, our love emerged. One that tested time and was steeped in patience. After admiring each other for most of our formative years, right after graduation from high school, we’d forged our love and our bodies. It had been a rough road for the last three years, but so damn worth it.
Like a twisted tale of Romeo and Juliet set amidst two rival motorcycle clubs, Lucky and I found love in a dangerous place. Because of the rivalry that stood between us and the people we loved, we kept our lips sealed about our feelings for each other. A day was coming soon that would allow us to open up and share our secrets, but that day wasn’t here yet.
I was so afraid that something would tear us apart, but Lucky had no such concern. He knew that nothing could take him from my side. He was more afraid of me getting hurt in the process of everything unfolding. That fear wasn’t unfounded. The past had proven a lot to both of us. If things went wrong, either of us could easily become just another casualty of the biker war that called Pleasant Valley home. Lucky would never be able to live with himself if anything happened to me, but for the most part, he was without power. We would pay a heavy premium for our love, and only time would tell whether it could survive the odds that seemed to be stacked against us.
Two things are for certain, though. Don’t expect Daddy’s little girl to go down without a fight, and don’t expect Lucky’s strike to go unnoticed.
Chapter 1
October 27, 2015
The towering timbers of Mifflin Forest swayed over Kaylee Pike’s head as she raced frantically after her brother.
“Jason!” Kaylee called out to her elder brother over the sound of a chainsaw. The blade roared as it ripped its jagged teeth through the trunk of an old elm tree.
“Jason!” Kaylee called again as she ran through the logging yard, her white sandals slapping against the hard gravel.
The fifteen-year old girl was out of breath from chasing after her brother for over two miles. She had tracked him from their trailer home over thirty minutes away. She bent over as she heaved, trying to catch her breath.
“Why are you runnin’, Jay?” Kaylee asked, sounding distressed.
Jason, who was still hiding behind a tree, yelled at his sister, “Shut up and c’mon! You never listen!”
“Stop yelling at me!” Kaylee snapped back with an irate look on her face.
“I told you not to follow me! It’s dangerous!” Jason, her seventeen-year old brother yelled in an agitated voice. He glared back at her with a pair of snake eyes. His hands shook at his sides as he watched his kid sister catch up to him.
“I don’t understand, Jay…What’s dangerous?!” Kaylee called back in a confused tone of voice. Fear was visible in Kaylee’s eyes as she posed the question. Her eyes lingered over Jason’s face as she tried to find some understanding there. Then, in the next instant his eyes granted her an unspoken answer. Standing in the forest stood a shadow of a man. He had his hood up. Kaylee couldn’t see his face but she saw the patch on the man’s black leather vest. The white letters that formed a name on his jacket struck fear in her heart.
“Black Heart,” Kaylee whispered with fear in her voice.
Smoke permeated from beneath the man’s hood as he took a puff of his cigarette. The burning ember faintly illuminated the dark beauty of his face.. There was a strange allure in the sparkle of his eyes. There was incredible danger in the hilt of his smile. Kaylee’s breathing hitched as she took in the man’s appearance.
“Elec,” Kaylee said in nothing more than a whisper. She appeared to be frozen solid on the spot. Too scared to move, too shocked to save herself.
“Kaylee, run!” Jason screamed.
But it was too late. Elec Delgado emerged from the shadow of the woods as he chased young Kaylee Pike through the lumber yard. She hid behind a stack of neatly arranged planks, her breath ripping through her lungs like broken glass.
“Kaylee!” Jason howled desperately from the opposite side of the yard. His words would be his last. Jason had a look of terror in his bright blue eyes. Tears flooded his eyes as he stared at his sister in horror. He’d told her not to follow him for a reason. It was for her own good. For her own safety. Now, Jason watched in dismay as his sister fell into the hands of the most dangerous man in town. Even more dangerous than Raphael “King Pin” Delgado.
And that was saying something.
Elec
Delgado, with the look of Satan in his black eyes, raised his arm as a bullet ricocheted from his .45 with a look of pure desperation in his eyes, Jason Pike took his last breath as Elec’s bullet entered the flesh over his right eye. The bullet slipped through the skin and the muscle, cracked through the bone of his skull and found a warm home deeply nestled in his brain.
Chapter 2
Selene
September 18, 2015
Stone Wolves Motor Cycle Club
Pleasant Valley, Pennsylvania
My knuckles blanched as I gripped the handles of Lucky Morrison’s vintage Harley. The chrome of his bike shone brilliantly against the rays of the rising sun in the parking lot of the Stone Wolves Motorcycle Club. I was prepared to dart like a bat out of hell from the snarling members of the MC. Revving the engine loudly, I straddled the bike in wait. Giving an expectant glance over my left shoulder, a devilish smile creased my face, and my eyes burned a path to the front door of the Stone Wolves Motor Lodge – headquarters of the Stone Wolves Motorcycle Club.
I eyed the doors closely, just waiting for the moment when the bikers would rampage through. As the doors of the club crashed open, twenty armed men, clad in the black leather Stone Wolves cut, rushed out of the building. I released a sharp laugh as I revved the motor one last time for good measure. As Rusty Grier's reddened face, and Robert “Knife” Patton, President of the Stone Wolves Motorcycle Club came barging through the doors, I winked slyly. There was nothing better than teasing the old farts. Without a second thought, I ripped out of the parking lot on Lucky’s bike. The engine roared like a lion as the burning tires sent up a cloud of smoke in its wake.
