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THE RISK by JACI J
GENRE: Contemporary Romance
Release Date: March 29, 2017
Love. War. And a motherf@#&ing riot.
I care about three things. My brothers. My club. And Ellison.
I’d go to war for all three of those things.
I’d die for them. Bleed for them. Kill for them.
Forced to fight for all three of them I have to make a choice …
Ellison or me.
My best friend. My f#@k buddy. My everything.
Through the good, bad, and ugly, Rock is all I’ve got.
There’s nothing I wouldn’t do for him. Nothing.
Backed into a corner I do what I do best …
I fight through it.
is how my mother would describe me. I call it an eternal eagerness to roam. My
feet always seem to carry me along the path less traveled, sometimes leading me
into trouble, and every once in a while, they lead me to something fu****g
great. That something great might just be a bike riding, cut wearing hard-ass.
Buck might just be worth slowing down and hanging around for.
I’d say about anything outside
my club. An old lady, uninterested. Bitches beyond the bedroom, uninterested. A
roommate, definitely not fu*****g interested. I ran, like a bat outta hell,
from one bad situation two years ago and I’m not looking to repeat the same
goddamn mistake twice, but Lennon doesn’t make it easy on a man. Crazy
beautiful, a wild heart, and an infectious spirit, Lennon might just be enough
to pique my interest.
They say love comes in all shapes and sizes, and is found
in the most unexpected places. I wasn’t looking for anything when I knocked on
that big, wooden door, but what I got was a rude ass, leather wearing biker who
made me feel, and want things I never thought were possible.
I need. He’s my strength when I’m weak, my shoulder to lean on when the weight
of my world gets too heavy. He’s my voice when I don’t have one, and he holds
me up when I need it the most.
your weak little heart, and give you the worst f*****g headache of your life.
If you let that shit in, it will break what was never broken in the first
place, and now it’s trying to sneak in and break me. A little smartass angel
has found a way to work her way in without permission, wreaking havoc on my
rule of never loving anyone.
corrupt, and the sweet to my mean. She’s the eternal optimist when it comes to
love, and without even knowing she’s doing it, she’s trying to make me a
goddamn believer. I may not believe in love, but I do believe in Lailah. She’s
the calm to my rage, and that is what I do I believe in.
go on like this.
everything that we had overcome, we were here, together and alive.
a new, yet different battle with the one person who came to save me because he
loved me that much. This is the man that now fights me.
back to me. He is becoming my worst nightmare, but I will not give up on us, no
matter what he tries to do…
’till she has nothing left to give, ’till it ends up killing us both.
let her go. I love her so much, it physically hurts. I can’t look at her, I
can’t touch her and I can’t even stand to fuck her. I can’t give her anything
anymore, and I hate myself for it.
know I’m gonna lose her and she’s gonna hate me, but I’ll be damned if I can
let her be without me, no matter how bad this shit will get…
share it, and you will make it hurt.
what drives me. That freedom of the open road in front of you with not a damn
thing holding you back is what I crave.
brothers, my money, and occasionally a warm and willing women in my bed is what
slowly things were changing. I can feel that change in the air. It’s
everywhere. There comes a point in your life where things just change. No
matter how much I fight it. No matter how hard I hang on, it’s changing.
Whether by choice or not. For better or worse it gets turned upside down on its
fucking head. The moment I laid eyes on her shit changed forever. Things were
on their way to changing, but fuck if she didn’t tip that shit right over. She
hit me like a blow to the chest crippling me. Rocking my world. That girl
completely blew everything I thought I wanted to shit. She took me on a wild
ride and for better or worse she changed everything for me.
remind me of nights spent sitting at the bar listening to the guys tell me
stories. The smell of leather, grease, and smoke brings back memories of hot
summer days spent around the compound. The sound of classic rock makes me want
to dance. A group of rough and mean men makes me smile. Seeing a beautifully
crafted bike makes my heart beat a little faster. A man in leather always makes
me hot. The feel of the vibration through my body from a perfectly tuned bike
takes me right back to my old life. Some things never change. Sometimes those
things are never meant to change. Although much hadn’t changed since I left, a
few things had. The loss of loved ones, the addition of new ones. With one new
addition to life things changed for me forever. My life will never be the same.
He changed it all.
I live in a small hick town
right on the coast of good ol’ Washington State, about two hours outside of
Seattle. Although I live in a small town don’t mistake my location for my love
of all things country, because I’m a city girl through and through. My heart
lives in the fast paced hustle and bustle of the city. Hell I even lived in
Seattle for five years and I couldn’t get it out of my system. I live with or
right next door to my tribe, or as most know them, my family. My lovely, but
nutty mother lives right next door with my hair brained grandma. I currently
reside in my nut house with my strange, but wonderful fiancé and my wild as
hell little monster boy. My biker mouthed, but funny and amazing little sister
lives not too far away with my adorable nephew and hick down to his bones
brother in law. I have an enormous love for music. I love it all. My sister and
I go to as many concerts as humanly possible. At least one every mouth or
three. But my passion is reading and writing. I have a love of all things
book-related. If it has words, I’ll read it. I decided one day to write because
my poor brain couldn’t take any more of the massive stories I had stored away.
I figured hell I love them, maybe someone else will too. So I started writing
and couldn’t stop. I still can’t stop. It’s now become an obsession. A lovely, lovely
obsession. I find myself dreaming up new stories daily. I have a plethora of
fun, wild, and crazy characters running around my head too. I will continue to
write for my love of it and hopefully for others enjoyment too!