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Losing Control
Book #3 of the Heaven Hill Series
Chapter One
“Has anyone ever told you that you should be a male model instead of a biker?”
Jagger Stone froze. The husky sound of that voice had haunted him for months. Since the Harley Drags in October to be exact. It was a hell of a story really, the way the two of them had officially met. After months of watching her at Wet Wanda’s, she’d been on the back of a truck that had been outfitted with a stripper pole. He’d caught her when she’d lost her footing and taken a tumble. She had been a lot drunk and a little naked. Since that day, he hadn’t been able to get her out of his head.
“Anybody ever tell you it’s not good to sneak up on a biker?”
That same voice gave a low laugh that went straight to his groin. There was something about this woman that made his palms sweat and his heart kick up a beat. Never in his life had anyone affected him this way.
“‘Sneak up on a biker’ is a relative term. You didn’t even have your back all the way to the door. I’m sure you knew I was here.”
She was right, but it wasn’t because he didn’t have his back to the door. Since that day she’d fallen into his arms, he’d been hyperaware of her. No matter where he was, if Bianca Hawks walked into the room, he knew it. Every part of his body knew it. She was sure to be an itch he wouldn’t be able to scratch.
Ignoring her comment, he put a cigarette in his mouth and fired up his lighter. “What is a pretty little thing like you doin’ here?” He flirted. Of course he knew she worked there, that was one of the reasons he kept coming in.
Here indicated Wet Wanda’s, a bar that some of the other brothers tended to frequent. It was a dive at best. Women were sometimes up on the bar naked, and word had it you could get hand jobs or even better if you played your cards right. The clientele was right up his alley though, they loved to drink, and they loved to get rowdy when he came out to play his brand of country music that bordered on rock n roll.
Bianca rolled her eyes at the question. He acted like this was some sort of high class establishment. “Workin’. What does it look like?”
He loved the little bite of attitude she always gave him whenever they spoke with one another. He also knew that she thought she had hidden herself well from him. So he played along. “I didn’t know you work here. I come in here all the time.”
“I know, I see you playing.”
With any other woman that would have been an automatic home run into her panties. Especially in a place like this. With her, it didn’t even look like it impressed her. There was an awkward pause while he tried to figure out how to respond.
“Obviously, you’re not a fan.”
“Now I didn’t say that,” she smiled. “I just won’t fall at your feet. No matter how sexy you look on stage when you play a guitar.” With that she was gone.
He couldn’t help the chuckle that bubbled up from his belly. With her, he didn’t ever know if he was coming or going, but he loved the verbal sparring they shared.
“You ready?”
Jagger dragged his gaze from Bianca’s backside and looked up at his brother, Tyler. He’d asked the question, but was obviously ready to go as he held his helmet in his hands.
“Yeah, I guess so.”
Tyler laughed. “You gonna run outta here with your tail tucked between your legs?”
“What’s that supposed to mean? We conversed.”
“Sure you did. When that girl comes around, no matter when or where, you act like a teenage boy with a boner for the first time. You need to man up.”
Jagger shrugged. “I do alright with the ladies.”
Tyler put his arm around Jagger’s shoulder, much like an older brother would do. He could tell that the Native American was about to impart some wisdom. “You do alright because you don’t have to try. You flash those pearly whites and give that little boy grin you got, and they usually fall at your feet. This one’s gonna take some work.”
Not wanting to say anything that would give his feelings away, Jagger did little more than nod and get on his bike. Before he fastened his helmet, he cast a look back at the little bar and couldn’t help but notice Bianca standing in the doorway.
Their eyes met for several long seconds before she broke the spell and walked back inside. His gut churned as he watched her. Tyler was right. This one was going to take a lot more than him flashing the dimple in his right cheek. He just had to decide if it was worth it or not.
Bianca had gone back inside, but that didn’t stop her from looking out of a side window until she could no longer see the tail lights of the bikes. She sighed. Jagger Stone was one hot man. He turned her inside out half the time with just a grin. It was becoming an unhealthy obsession, one that had been born at one of the most embarrassing times she could ever remember in her life.
“Did he leave?” her friend Jasmine asked as Bianca turned from the window.
“Unfortunately. Hopefully, he comes back soon.”
“I’m sure he will. Maybe if you were a little bit nicer to him, he might come back a lot sooner.”
Bianca couldn’t help the grin that came to her face. She liked to keep him on his toes, and she usually came off as bitchy. “I don’t meant to be, but I can’t help it. He’s too pretty for his own good.”
The two of them laughed and went back to serving drinks to the local group that had gathered in the bar.
Hours later, Bianca sat behind the wheel of her late model Mustang beating it to within an inch of its life. Her hands ached as she griped the steering wheel and did her best not to bang her head into it.
“Why me?” she wailed.
The cold January air seeped into the interior of the car making her teeth chatter. She’d dressed in only enough clothes to be decent in order to get the best tips at the bar, and now she was regretting it. Tucking the jacket she kept in the backseat around her body, she popped the hood and cursed as she jumped out into the elements.
She didn’t know a whole lot about cars, but what she saw when she looked under the hood caused her stomach to pitch. Oil was everywhere. She fought back the initial reaction of crying. Bianca Hawks didn’t cry when the going got tough. She just sucked it up and went with the punches, doing the best she could with what she had. Before she could slam the hood down on the car, she heard the roar of bikes.
She breathed a sigh of relief as they went by. Save the group that she was comfortable with, bikers tended to creep her out. When she heard the sound of a lone one coming back around, she tensed. The man who rode the bike was covered from head to toe, and he had a bandana around his face. He came to a stop in front of her and pulled his bandana away from his face.
“Hey,” Jagger grinned, causing her to jump.
“You scared the ever-loving shit out of me. But I am so glad you aren’t gonna murder me, I can forgive you.”
“What’s wrong with it?” he asked, coming around to stand beside her in front of the car.
“Oil’s everywhere, and it just died on me. I really need to do some maintenance on it, but I can’t really afford it.”
He fiddled around inside of it and then closed the hood. “It’s not goin’ anywhere tonight, darlin’. I’ll call Liam tomorrow and see if we can get it into the shop. Do you need me to take you somewhere?”
She eyed her bare legs and then his bike. “I’d love a ride, but I’m really not dressed for it.”
Without saying a word he stripped off his leather chaps and handed them to her and then handed her the leather jacket he wore over his body. Underneath, he had on a long
sleeve thermal shirt, along with his cut.
“You’re gonna be wearing a patch on your back, but this is all I got.”
She knew after hanging around with this group what that meant and just how much of a gentleman he was being by doing this for her. “Thank you,” she told him sincerely as she put the chaps on over her bare legs and shrugged the jacket on over her body.
“You’ll have to give me directions, but I’ll get ya home in one piece,” he yelled over the roar of the bike.
She wrapped her arms tightly around him and hung on as they sped off into the night. As with many times in her life, this night hadn’t exactly turned out the way she’d planned.
The Heaven Hill Series
Meant to Be
(First in the Heaven Hill Series)
Single mother.
Laid off factory worker.
Drug runner for the Heaven Hill Motorcycle Club.
When Denise Cunningham is served with foreclosure papers on her birthday it’s the last straw in a long line of bad luck. Sitting and crying about things has never been how she solved her problems, but this time she decides to do just that. A phone call interrupts her pity party and changes the course of her life forever.
Loyal brother.
Grease monkey mechanic.
Vice President of the Heaven Hill Motorcycle Club.
William Walker Jr., known as Liam to his club, needs a new recruit that is just naïve enough and desperate enough to do what he asks without question. When Denise Cunningham lands in his lap, he decides to hire her—not because he wants to, because he has to.
Neither are comfortable in their new roles, but he needs help and she can’t stand to lose anything else.
As bullets fly and a local Bowling Green, KY reporter works to bring the club down, Liam and Denise find themselves getting closer to one another. When the stakes get high and outside forces try to keep them away from each other, they have to decide if they really are meant to be.
Buy Meant to Be at Amazon.
Out of Darkness
(Second in the Heaven Hill Series)
Ex-News reporter.
Rape survivor.
Former enemy of the Heaven Hill MC.
Meredith Rager’s life completely changed the night she was attacked by an unknown person. Once a vibrant force that threatened everything about Heaven Hill, she is now under their care. The only place she feels safe is inside their compound. When she decides to take back the part of her life that her rapist took away, she discovers secrets that once again could tear the club apart.
Orphan.
Formidable force of nature.
Loved member of the Heaven Hill MC.
Tyler Blackfoot came into the world a John Doe. An orphan from the moment that he took his first breath, the only thing anyone knew was his Native American heritage. For most of his life, he’s been alone – except for the club that has taken him in as their own. When he rescued Meredith, a protective side of his personality came out that he never knew he had. Protecting her means everything – even when he discovers danger might be closer than either of them thought possible.
Together, the two of them are trying to make a life for themselves. Against everything they have, they’re hoping to see the light that will lead them out of darkness.
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