It was real for me, too. It was just scary as hell because, well, marriage was forever. No one could take that shit lightly.
“I know you’re going to be just fine, then. If you both love each other and you know this is what you want – if you’re both willing to work on it – you will be perfectly fine. You’re not making a mistake, not in my books. Not if you know where you’re headed together. There have been people that didn’t know each other at all that were happily married for fifty years. Think about all those arranged marriages.”
I nodded. She was right. Of course, she was. Of all the women in my life she was the most down to earth, the most sensible. There was a reason she was my best friend. I was still scared, of course, because I hadn’t even had the time to think about this properly. But I knew it was what I wanted. If I thought about calling it off instead I knew for a fact that that wasn’t going to happen. And that was what kept me going.
“We have to get going if you want to be there at noon,” Joanne said.
I nodded. This was happening.
We’d ordered a limousine and all my friends piled into it. The car was luxurious. I’d never been inside one and it was stunning. We drove to the Girls and Boys Club, the place where I’d decided to make the venue, and I knew that this was a new beginning.
They were all there when we pulled up in the car. The kids were all arranged on the ground, sitting cross-legged, twisting around to see us. The Fallen Thorns were all in suits which was a spectacular sight. Let me tell you, no one cleans up as well as a badass on a bike.
Aside from my friends who were all taking their seats as they got out of the car one by one, Anjelica, my new publisher, and the editor, agent and PR lady were all there. Alicia stood to the side – I’d invited her, too – and some of the other staff I worked with at the library.
And right at the front, next to the priest I’d booked last minute, almost unrecognizable, stood Logan. He looked like an Adonis in his suit. I climbed out of the car and music played from speakers in the building’s windows. Life is a highway, and I’m going to ride it all night long. It was a song fitting of everything that had happened in our relationship until now.
Everyone clapped to the beat while I walked down the make-shift aisle to a very unconventional song. Logan beamed at me, tears in his eyes. Saul stood next to him looking emotional, as well.
When I reached the front he took my hand and kissed it, never taking his eyes off mine.
“You look amazing,” I said.
He looked me up and down. “You look fucking fantastic.”
“I’m glad you could make it,” I whispered as we turned to the priest. “It would have sucked getting married without you.”
“Sugar, we’re never doing anything without the other again.”
I smiled and the priest cleared his throat, starting his little sermon.
It wasn’t very long before we reached the wedding vows. Logan turned to me. He took a small piece of paper out of his pocket and folded it open. When he cleared his throat I realized he’d written his vows, too. I wondered when he’d done it, after he’d gotten ready, or had he somehow known?
“Selena Hastings,” he started, “soon to be Selena Frost.” A giggle through the crowd. I glanced at the kids who were glued to the ceremony, taking everything in. “I promise to love you the way I love you now until the day I die. I promise I will endeavor to stay alive until we’re both old, taking my life seriously from this day forth, and I promise to rescue you from any danger, whether it be a papercut or an attempt to kill you. You are the air I breathe, I didn’t know I was drowning until you came along and saved me. I owe my life to you and for that reason I give you my heart. From this day on I will forever be yours.”
When he was finished I had tears in my eyes. I tried to blink it away so that it didn’t smudge my makeup.
“Logan Frost,” I said and my voice wobbled but I gathered strength as I went along. “I promise that you are and will forever be my happy ending. You are the climax in my life story when I didn’t have a set plot until you came along. I promise you will be my hero, my sidekick, my best friend and my love interest from here on out and we will determine the ending of our story together. You were my hero when I was a damsel in distress, and you have made me the leading lady. I will love you and cherish you forever, and give you hell whenever I feel like it because that comes with the territory.”
There was another ripple of laughter and then we were pronounced Mr. and Mrs. Frost and Logan was allowed to kiss me. I was his wife.
He put his lips on mine and held them there as if he were scared I was going to disappear. When he pulled away again his eyes were dark and deep and I knew he had our wedding night on his mind. I smiled, touched his face.
We turned and the rest of the crowd became real to me again. The bubble burst and there were almost eighty people surrounding us where they’d faded while the vows were being said.
I waited for that feeling of dread to come, the feeling that I usually got when I made a mistake and it was too late to change it. It never came. This had been the right thing to do from the start and I couldn’t be happier.
The reception was simple and informal. We all moved to the other side of the garden where a cake had been bought – nothing fancy – and we cut it together and newlyweds. The kids cheered when we did and cued up for cake the moment we had it cut. We laughed and dished out one by one until they all sat around on the grass stuffing their faces. Their hands were filthy, their smiles full of icing and it was the happiest day of my life.
I looked at Logan who looked at them, too, and I knew it wouldn’t be long before we had kids of our own. He was a family man, and we would create a family together.
One by one our friends came up to us and congratulated us. Some of them had been skeptical but I knew they were all rooting for us and they were happy we were happy. That was all that mattered. Saul came up to us and clapped Logan on the arm. “Elijah would be proud,” he said.
Logan’s eyes welled up with tears again and I felt his loss, his regret that his brother wasn’t here to see it and his love for Saul and what the man had put into his life. He hugged Saul. “Thank you. Brother.”
They were both emotional. I stepped forward and hugged Saul, too. “Thank you for everything you’ve done for him and the man you’ve made him so I will be happy for the rest of my life. You are forever welcome in our home.”
He nodded and smiled at me, not trusting himself to speak.
Anjelica was next in line and Logan pulled himself together, ready with his charming smile the moment she was in front of us. “So, I’m guessing you’re the inspiration for the biker that’s made its way Selena’s book.”
Logan shrugged. “I would be flattered if that was the case.”
Anjelica grinned and Logan stepped away to talk to one of his men. I stayed with Anjelica.
“You should think about adding wedding scene to you book,” she said. “It could be interesting, I really like the way you manage to play up normal scenes and fill them with tension.”
I put my hand on her shoulder. “I really appreciate everything you’re doing for me, Anjelica.”
She shook her head. “It’s business, honey. You’re going to do a lot for me, too, once that book is published.” She smiled at me and walked on.
Logan returned a moment later, unwilling to be away from me for longer than a second. “So, the Biker’s Bride is going to be great, huh?”
I laughed. “It is but we’re still working on titles. They don’t want it to be too cliché. I’ll see what we can come up with. Maybe something along the lines of Bullets and Badassery.”
Logan pulled a face and I laughed. We joined the kids and danced the afternoon away.
We left when the sun was starting to set. I still had to get out of my dress and Logan was starting to look uncomfortable in his suit. We ordered a cab and left to my apartment where I’d left the bag I’d packed for the week away. I’d planned
the whole thing in advance. We were going to spend the wedding night at Logan’s apartment and in the morning we were going on our honeymoon. When we got back we would decide where we would live but I figured staying in Logan’s place for a while would be great before we bought a place together.
I got out of the dress and into jeans and a t-shirt. Logan stayed in his suit until we got to his apartment where he got out of it and stayed naked. He draped himself over the bed.
I laughed.
“What are you doing?”
“I’m going to give you your wedding gift now.”
I laughed again. He had a massive erection and he looked like one of those male models in the art books.
I climbed onto the bed and he pulled me closer to him so I was lying on my back and he was against me, pressing his hard on against my hip bone.
“You know, being married to you means I get to sleep with you whenever I want.”
I shook my head. “When has that not been the case?”
He thought about it. “You’re right.”
He kissed me and I gave myself over to him.
“So, Mrs. Frost,” he said and I loved the sound of that. “We are going to have to talk about starting a family.”
“How about we get used to being married first.”
He kissed me again. “Of course,” he said between kisses. “But we definitely need to start practicing to make babies.”
I laughed against his mouth and he slipped his hand underneath my shirt. Lust overcame me. Lust and love and awe for how my life had turned out.
“You know I love you, right?” I asked when he broke the kiss again to pull my shirt over my head.
He nodded. “I know. I love you too. But you’re in for a wild ride. You have no idea what you married.”
I laughed as he tugged and pulled to get all of my clothes off. I let him take me the way he liked to, starting on top, and then rolling over to let me be on top. Sex with him was great, as always.
My life was finally beginning. A month ago I felt like my life was going nowhere. I was someone who didn’t fit in, stuck in a job that was going nowhere, not believing enough in my ability as a writer to go anywhere with it. In only a handful of weeks all that had changed, and now I was here, married, ready for the rest of my life. I had direction and love and a future. A husband. It almost felt too good to be true. Everything, including Logan. But I knew that it was. I knew what I had, I knew what my life was worth because I’d nearly lost it.
This was like a story in one of the books I wrote. If I’d read it in any novel I would have said this kind of happy ending was cliché, too good to be true, the kind of thing that threw readers off.
The truth was, though, cliché was perfectly fine by me.
THE END
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Long Ride: A Motorcycle Club Romance (Black Sparks MC) (Whiskey Bad Boys Book 1)
Once you go biker, you never go back.
I thought I’d moved on.
But even though I let go of the bad boy, he never let go of me.
Nicholas Stone will either drag me to his bed and take me to heaven…
Or drag me to hell and watch me burn.
LIANA
I left home to chase a dream.
Instead, I stumbled into a nightmare.
My police officer ex has gone insane since our break-up.
He’s everywhere I look.
Lurking in my shadows.
Haunting me.
I flee, back to the only place I’ve ever felt safe.
But the devil waiting for me in my hometown isn’t much better.
In the eight years I’ve been gone, Nicholas Stone has become so much more.
More powerful.
More tatted.
More irresistible.
But just when I start to think that, if I let my guard down, I can be safe in his arms…
A gift arrives from a not-so-secret admirer.
My ex has discovered where I went.
He sees who I’m with.
And I know that my troubles are far from over.
In fact, they’re just beginning.
NICHOLAS
I’ve never forgotten the girl who broke my heart.
But I’ve filled the hole she left with nothing but pure f**king savagery.
The biker life suited me.
It lets me get my hands dirty.
There’s no feeling quite like the wind in your face, an open stretch of highway, and your enemies’ cries for mercy still ringing in your ears.
But Liana’s return threatens to undo the man I’ve become.
I need to know why she’s back after all these years.
There must be something she’s hiding.
And yet, she refuses to admit it.
Until the ugly truth comes roaring back with a vengeance and a death wish.
But there’s something different this time around.
Liana is mine.
And if her ex thinks he can come anywhere near her again, I’ll have to teach him the hard way:
Never, ever mess with a biker.
Raw Speed: A Motorcycle Club Romance (Tidal Knights MC) (Mean Machine Collection Book 3)
He took me fast and raw before I could say no.
Kade was a force of nature.
I never had a chance of stopping him from taking me.
But giving into the beast has consequences.
And convincing him to stay might cost me just about everything I once loved.
LANA
You heard it here first: I, Lana Thompson slept with a stranger.
He was a gorgeous, blue-eyed biker, with washboard abs and a growl in his voice that makes my legs quiver just thinking about it.
But so what?
Who cares if I gave it up to a man I just met?
As a bikini barista, everyone thinks I'm easy anyway.
I might as well fulfill the rumor – and get taken for the hardest, hottest ride of my life in the process.
But Kade isn't just any biker.
He's the President of the Tidal Knights MC, one of the toughest outlaw motorcycle clubs cruising up and down the streets of our city.
And now I'm pregnant with his child.
All I took was one night in Kade’s arms, and I'm suddenly forced to trade this bikini body for a baby-making one.
He wasn’t kidding when he said he lives for raw speed – although he sure took his time with me.
But Kade is turning out to be a repeat customer, and I’m falling harder and harder for a man I should be trying to escape.
Now if I could only convince the brute to stay…
Raw Torque: A Motorcycle Club Romance (Gravediggers MC) (Mean Machine Collection Book 2)
We did it his way – rough, ruthless, and raw.
The choice was mine: get beaten, or get broken?
But then the outlaw swooped in and decided for me.
I didn’t ask to be rescued, but he doesn’t give a d*mn.
I’m at his mercy now.
AIMEE
I thought I knew how to survive.
But that was before they caught me and tossed me to a gang of violent thugs with two options:
Beg for their forgiveness on my knees…
Or pay the debt with my blood.
I didn’t ask for a savior, and I sure as hell didn’t expect it to be Breaker.
But he’s not fooling anyone.
He didn’t save me out of the goodness of his heart.
He saved me for himself.
Saved me with those strong hands that leave me gasping for more.
And when I hear his harsh voice whispering, “You’re mine now…”
I have no choice but to believe him.
BREAK
ER
I break beds at night, and hearts in the morning.
But when I saw her surrounded by those animals, something in me snapped.
Watching over some chick isn’t the kind of thing I do.
But Aimee was something else entirely.
A spitfire with a body begging to be tamed.
A smart mouth I wouldn’t mind wrapped around me.
She thinks I’m a monster.
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