"Are you sure Wanda said it would be okay for me to do this?" Jessica asked as she looked over at Bianca.She had waited a good thirty minutes since the club had closed down, waited for everyone but Jagger and Layne to leave."She did, she said just make sure you two lock up when you're done. Layne knows what to do.""And you'll make sure to take Jagger with you?"Bianca giggled. "I will, Layne is obediently sitting in the chair in front of the stage, waiting on you, since you texted him.""Okay," she breathed easier. "Thank you so much for all your help." "Don't even mention it." Bianca said as she started to walk out of the private room Wanda had allowed Jessica to use. "I'm looking forward to you sticking around here, Hollywood," she winked."Me too," Jessica agreed. It was true too; she really was looking forward to making this town her home, putting down roots and starting a life. Bianca left and Jessica waited a total of five minutes before hitting the remote on
"You okay?" Layne asked as he had a seat next to Jessica.She was sitting in the seat that Steele normally occupied, but he had given her free rein in his cave for the afternoon. He'd been leaving every afternoon for the last two weeks, and no one knew where he was going. It seemed to be important to him, so no one questioned it. Next to the laptop sat precise instructions on what she needed to do to upload her book to the various online vendors that sold self-published ebooks."Yeah," she breathed heavily. "Just nervous. I mean, one day people are going to know that Felicity Heart is Jessica Shea, and that's fine, but it still makes me nervous."Layne leaned in and kissed her softly on the lips. "Felicity Heart is one smokin' hot erotic author. I'd like to try out some new scenes for her tonight if that's at all possible."She giggled and pushed him away. "Stop, you're distracting me. I have to make sure this actually works. Ya know, I'm not a Hollywood starlet anymore, I need
VOLUME FIVE: DIRTY LITTLE SECRET"Where the hell does he keep going?"Jessica looked up from her laptop, her eyebrows drawn together in question as she looked at her two friends, Bianca and Meredith. "Who?""Travis," Meredith answered, turning around from the window. She leaned against the counter and folded her arms over her chest. "Every couple of days he leaves here like his motorcycle boots are on fire. He can't get down that drive fast enough, and then he doesn't come back for hours.""Maybe he's got a woman." Jessica shrugged, turning back to the screen of her laptop.Bianca snorted. "Leave it to the romance author." That had become the running joke on everything related to love, sex, and secrets. It was all Jessica's fault.They shared a laugh as Tyler made his way into the kitchen. "What are you ladies cackling at?""Jessica seems to think that Travis's got a woman," Meredith grinned up at her husband."Oh really?" He grabbed Meredith around the waist and pulled
Christine wrapped her arms tightly around Travis' waist as they traveled back down Highway 526. It was getting easier for her to be near him, for her to trust him, the more often he came around. He was her savior. It was as pure and simple as that. During those dark days when they had first met, she wasn't sure they would ever be at this place in their relationship, but they were. Hell, she hadn't been sure there would even be a place for him in her life, but he had gently never taken no for an answer."You've got to let me help you," he begged. "I can't stand the thought of you taking your clothes off for these men every night. Your brother is one of my best friends; I can't let you keep doing this."She wanted to believe that there were good people in the world, that not everyone wanted something from her that she couldn't give, but unfortunately that had never been the case in her life. Trusting someone was the hardest thing for her to do, and four weeks into a friendship felt l
It was dark when Travis made his way back to the clubhouse, and he wasn't in the best of moods. Being dishonest to the people that cared about him and always had his back was tiring, and it fucking sucked. Thinking he'd gotten somewhere with Christine only to get the feeling he was never going to get anywhere also fucking sucked."Liam's lookin' for you." He stopped short, not having seen Tyler on the front steps smoking a cigarette.Travis cleared his throat and did his best to wipe the scared look off his face. "Is he inside, or do I need to go see him at home?"Tyler kicked his long leg out in front of him, his voice deep in the dark of the night. If Travis didn't know better, it would sound threatening. "He waited on you a long time."The Native American was a man of few words, and he always made them count. Travis had purposely ignored two calls from his pres. "I was out of range, and I only saw his calls when I hit Porter Pike. By that time, I figured I'd be here in a few
Her heart was pounding as she ran from the house, down the blacktop road. Remnants of the snow that had fallen a few days before still lay in patches. Her bare feet hit them as she raced this way and that, trying not to run in a straight line. The last time she had tried to run, she'd learned that the hard way. The bullet had clipped her shoulder. This time was it, though; she knew that there wouldn't be another chance. She either made it this time, or she wouldn't. Christine knew that if she didn't make it this time, she was dead. Clinton knew the sheriffs in Simpson, Allen, and Warren counties. They could easily cover up her murder—she would be just a Stepford housewife that had grown bored of her older husband. No one would ever believe the truth; they would never know the hell she had lived in for two years. "Christine," the voice called out from somewhere behind her, taunting in its tone.She couldn't breathe too loudly; he could hear that, and then he would know where she wa
Christine was scared that Travis had changed his mind when, after thirty minutes, he still hadn't showed up at her house. She didn't want to examine too closely why that bothered her or why it scared her, but it did. She got up, pacing the living room until she heard the muted roar of a bike. She would know that sound anywhere, it had become one of her favorites. Running over to the front door, she opened it when she heard him on the front porch."Sorry it took me so long," he told her as he made his way into the house. "I got stopped on my way out.""At this hour?" she asked, disbelief showing on her face.Travis shrugged. "We kinda keep our own hours at the clubhouse. Just so happened someone was drinking out of the orange juice carton. Drives me fucking nuts. There's glasses there for a reason."She smiled softly. "Sounds like something Jagger used to do."He tensed, wondering if he should tell her the truth. This was one of the first times that she had mentioned him volun
The next morning dawned way too early for Steele, and he knew that he had to bring it. Rooster had brought him in on something that he had absolutely no idea about. He just knew that his cousin had pointed him in the direction of something that maybe the Heaven Hill MC needed to be aware of. He met the guys, just like he promised to do, and took them out deep into Richardsville. Even though he had grown up on these roads, he hated them. They were so curvy, with twists and blind curves that made him nervous. There had to be a reason that Rooster had brought them all the way out there. At one point, they had to pull off to let other people come through the road, even though they were on bikes."This shit is crazy," Jagger breathed. "I've lived in this area my entire life and never knew this shit existed.""This is why the county always took snow days last winter and everybody in town bitched 'cause there was nothing on the roads in Bowling Green. It was slick as snot out here.""Ar