“I already kill at kickball,” Cody bragged. “Don’t need no practice at that.”
“Right, whatever,” Hop replied, “I think you get me.”
Cody studied him before giving in by mumbling, “I get you.”
“Good,” Hop stated. “Now, feed me. I’m starved.”
Cody grinned.
Lanie got him a cup of coffee and gave it to him with a kiss on his jaw before she turned her attention back to supervising waffles.
Then they all sat at the kitchen table, Hopper Kincaid at the head with his family around, talking, laughing, giggling, shooting the shit over waffles.
It wasn’t a birthday. It wasn’t a holiday.
It still felt like a celebration.
And, even though it started shit, it was the best day of his life.
Just like every day after he won the love of Elaine Heron Kincaid.
But especially the day, seven months later, when his wife gave him his second son.
Nash Kane Kincaid.
About the Author
Kristen Ashley grew up in Brownsburg, Indiana, and has lived in Denver, Colorado, and the West Country of England. Thus she has been blessed to have friends and family around the globe. Her posse is loopy (to say the least) but loopy is good when you want to write.
Kristen was raised in a house with a large and multigenerational family. They lived on a very small farm in a small town in the heartland, and Kristen grew up listening to the strains of Glenn Miller, The Everly Brothers, REO Speedwagon, and Whitesnake.
Needless to say, growing up in a house full of music and love was a good way to grow up.
And as she keeps growing up, it keeps getting better.
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Tabitha Allen grew up in the thick of Chaos—
the Chaos Motorcycle Club, that is.
Her father is Chaos’s leader, and the club has always had her back.
But one rider was different from the start…
See the next page for a preview of Own the Wind.
Chapter One
“I Dreamed a Dream”
Three and a half months later…
His cell rang and Parker “Shy” Cage opened his eyes.
He was on his back in his bed in his room at the Chaos Motorcycle Club’s Compound. The lights were still on and he was buried under a small pile of women. One was tucked up against his side, her leg thrown over his thighs, her arm over his middle. The other was upside down, tucked to his other side, her knee in his stomach, her arm over his calves.
Both were naked.
“Shit,” he muttered, twisting with difficulty under his fence of limbs. He reached out to his phone.
He checked the display, his brows drew together at the “unknown caller” he saw on the screen as he touched his thumb to it to take the call.
“Yo,” he said into the phone.
“Shy?” a woman asked, she sounded weird, far away, quiet.
“You got me,” he answered.
“It’s Tabby.”
He shot to sitting in bed, limbs flying and they weren’t his.
“Listen, I’m sorry,” her voice caught like she was trying to stop crying or, maybe, hyperventilating, then she whispered, “So, so sorry but I’m in a jam. I think I might even be kinda… um, in trouble.”
“Where are you?” he barked into the phone, rolling over the woman at his side and finding his feet.
“I… I… well, I was with this old friend and we were. Damn, um…” she stammered as Shy balanced the phone between ear and shoulder and tugged on his jeans.
“Babe, where are you?” he repeated.
“In a bathroom,” she told him, as he tagged a tee off the floor and straightened, waiting for her to say more.
When she didn’t, gently, he prompted, “I kinda need to know where that bathroom is, sugar.”
“I, uh… this guy is… um, I didn’t know it, obviously, but I think he’s—” another hitch in her breath before she whispered so low he barely heard “—a bad dude.”
Fuck.
Shit.
Fuck.
He nabbed his boots off the floor and sat on the bed to yank them on with his socks, asking, “Do I need backup?”
“I don’t want anyone…” she paused. “Please, don’t tell anyone. Just… can you please just text me when you’re here? I’ll stay in the bathroom, put my phone on vibrate so no one will hear, and I’ll crawl out the window when you get here.”
“Tab, no one is gonna think shit. Just give me the lay of the land. Are you in danger?”
“I’ll crawl out the window.”
He gentled his voice further and stopped putting on his boots to give her his full attention.
“Tabby, baby, are you in danger?”