Slow Ride : Men of Valor MC PDF
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SLOW RIDE MEN OF VALOR MC MAYRA STATHAM CONTENTS Blurb 1. Jakob ‘Brick’ Wallace 2. Brick 3. Brick 4. Brick 5. Brick 6. Mackenzie 7. Mackenzie Epilogue Men of Valor MC Books Books by Mayra Statham Acknowledgments About the Author Copyright © 2021 by Mayra Statham All rights reserved. No part of this publication may be reproduced, distributed, or transmitted in any form or by any means, including photocopying, recording, or other electronic or mechanical methods, without the prior written permission of the publisher, except in the case of brief quotations embodied in critical reviews and certain other noncommercial uses permitted by copyright law. This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events and incidents are either the products of the author’s imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental. Cover Design: Cormar Covers Cover Image: Deposit Photos Editing: Julia Goda of Diamond in the Rough Editing Formatting: Alluring Write Productions Created with Vellum BLURB Jakob ‘Brick’ Wallace is all about the simple life. He loves working with his hands, and as part of the Men of Valor, he isn’t afraid to get dirty. All he needs is his bike, brothers, and an ice-cold beer after work. Until Mackenzie ‘Mack’ Moreno drives into town. One look at Valor’s new resident has Brick realize that this bohemian beauty has shaken up and turned his organized life upside down. But he doesn’t mind. Not when her smile rivals the sun and her green eyes are prettier than the hills that surround Valor, Wyoming. She’s chaos. He’s order. They might have just met, but he knows one thing: Mack is his. He’s going to take it nice and steady to win his wild and free hippy girl. A slow ride she’s never going to forget. And no one will get in the way of that. This month, twenty-four of your favorite short and steamy authors have come together to bring you a new motorcycle romance each day! The Men of Valor are more than ex-military bikers—they know what it means to go the distance for love. Hop on the back of a bike and hold on tight to your new book boyfriend—it’s gonna be one hell of a ride! Life’s about the journey. Hop on, take a ride on the wild side & feel the wind in your hair! ONE JAKOB ‘BRICK’ WALLACE I waved goodbye to the last customer in the store and stretched. My body ached slightly, but nothing worse for wear. It’d been a long day, and I was ready to go to the clubhouse for an ice-cold beer and maybe shoot some pool with the guys. “You okay, man?” Bolt, one of my MC brothers, asked. I nodded, exhaling slowly. He had been in the back and a great help today. “Yeah, brother. I’m good.” “Okay, if you’re good, I’m gonna head out. Gotta get to a job,” he shared, his tool bag already in his hands. Bolt was a good guy who was a whiz with anything and everything electrical. “See ya!” I saluted, and the bell over the front door chimed as Bolt made his way out. His words clung to my mind. Was I okay? I was. Wasn’t I? Life was good. Steady. Organized. I had my brothers in the Men of Valor. Thanks to the sweet butts at the clubhouse, I never lacked for female company if I was in the mood. Which, if I was honest, I hadn’t been. In a while. But I had my work. My work at Handy’s Hardware was satisfying. I made a difference in a peaceful kind of way. I used to be a pilot mechanic in the Air Force until an accident had me honorably discharged because there was no way I was going to be punted off to a desk gig. I had never been the desk jockey type. Too many rules and red tape. I needed to be out and somehow be able to see the fruits of my labor in more than charts and spreadsheets. It’s why working at the hardware store for the MC made me happy. Fulfilled. I covered the random shift here and there when the MC needed help at Midnight Oil or the Pussy Parlor. Not to mention flipping shitty houses or properties and making them shine made me feel productive. I was good. Happy. Fine. But there was something missing. I just didn’t know what. I couldn’t put my finger on it. I had been married before. Now divorced, I knew I was obviously not suited for domestic bliss. My ex-wife had been a good woman, but I was in the Air Force and never around. She was better off without me. Last I heard, Kim was on her third kid and her accountant husband made her smile bigger than I ever had. Which, in turn, made me glad. I was being stupid. I was happy. I was fine. I had a good life. I didn’t need anything else. Shaking my head, I looked out toward the street again. It was quiet for a Friday afternoon, probably because it was going to rain soon. The sky was already darkening with ugly-looking clouds, blocking out the sun. Then I saw it. A small mint-green and white travel trailer. Older. Almost vintage, or it would be in a couple of years. It was hitched up to an even older white, almost cream-colored truck parked like shit across the street. Valor wasn’t a huge town, and everyone mostly knew one another. Whoever that was had to be new. Any Valor resident would know not to do shit like that. I almost felt bad for them. Parking like that was asking for trouble if one of the local cops drove by. Something about it had me moving through the store and toward the front door. The bell overhead chimed as I stepped out and stood there with my arms crossed. The chill in the air felt good. Refreshing. Jesus, I was getting old! I smirked to myself. Noting on the weather as refreshing. That cocky smirk faded slowly as I watched someone get out of the front seat. Time slowed as I watched a burst of color—well, colors—move around. From where I was standing, I couldn’t see the very tiny, very feminine body moving around covered in all those colors, but it had my body reacting in a weird way. Almost hyperaware of her. Then, as if sensing my eyes, she turned, and my tongue felt too big for my extremely dry mouth. The stranger in even stranger clothes was beautiful. Fuck. Beautiful didn’t do her justice. She was exquisite. I watched as she tilted her head. Her shoulder-length chocolate waves shined despite the lack of sun as they touched her bare shoulder. She was wearing some kind of tiny black top with barely-there straps that exposed tons of skin. But despite the darkness of her shirt, her skirt had every color known to man. A patchwork of what looked like different patterned fabrics in various shades of colors. Didn’t she know she would freeze in something like that in a couple of hours? She smiled brightly, and my insides twisted themselves up. Knot after knot formed as something tiny whispered a crazy four-letter word in the back of my head. Mine. Mine? I found myself frowning. Scowling, really. Mine, my mind whispered again. I shook my head, gritting my teeth as my hands clenched into fists. But she didn’t seem scared off my mean muggin’. She waved, and my jaw clenched with protective thoughts of this stranger. She waved to me, a complete stranger. What if she did that to some asshole? Didn’t she know there were fucking psychos out there? Jesus! I wiped at my face. What if she crossed paths with one of the cops in Valor? Worry sunk deeply in the pit of my gut. Where was this coming from? I didn’t need whatever the hell I felt when I looked at the pretty stranger across the way. She shrugged and looked away, obviously unbothered by me not waving back and being an ass. She got back into her truck and drove off. I stood there even as raindrops started to fall and watched as the trailer disappeared off Main Street. Making her way out of town. Or at least I assumed that’s where she was going. I didn’t know who the colorful, almost hippy-like girl was. Nope. Not at all.
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