Authors: Harley McRide
Tags: #contemporary, #Erotic, #Menage, #MCs & Bikers, #Romance, #New Age
Shady: MC Romance
Shady
Number III of
Ops Warriors MC
Harley McRide
JK Publishing, Inc. (2014)
Tags: Contemporary, Erotic, MCs & Bikers, Menage, New Age, Romance
Contemporaryttt Eroticttt MCs & Bikersttt Menagettt New Agettt Romancettt
Warning: For Mature Adult Audiences. Contains language and actions some may deem offensive. Sexually explicit content. Ménage – MFM.
In book three of the Ops Warriors MC: Shady is tough as nails and has always held her past close to her chest—until now—when it's comes back, hell bent on destroying her. She fears as her dark secrets unfold, she will lose the club, the only place she has ever considered home.
Slider made a mistake and has paid for it ever since. He comes to the Warriors to right his wrong and will do everything in his power to get back the one thing he thought he could live without. This time he doesn't plan to lose, going as far as bringing in reinforcements—his best friend, Cajun.
Ryan ‘Cajun’ Dubois doesn’t trust himself in a relationship; he's too damaged. But when he comes in contact with a woman who calms the beast inside him—he finds himself willing to fight for what could be his only chance at happiness.
Shutting down the Diablos becomes the Ops Warriors main focus as secrets start to unfold, causing tension and tempers to flare. At what length will the club go to help one of their own? Will Slider, Cajun, and Shady find solace together or will the demons in their pasts win, keeping them trapped in their own nightmares?
Shady
Ops Warriors MC
Book Three
by Harley McRide
© Copyright December 2014 JK Publishing, Inc.
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Artwork by Jess Buffett
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Dedication
WIND IN THE FACE STYLE — GRACE STEEL, CHROME, LEATHER HANGING TOGETHER THE SOUND — LIKE A SMILE FROM WITHIN — I GRIN SUNSHINE OR SHOWERS I WON'T TRADE THOSE HOURS RIDING — JUST FEELING FREE IT'S IMPORTANT, I DO THIS FOR ME. MOUNTAIN, DESERT, CITY OR PLAIN RIDES ALL THE SAME I'M RIDIN — I'M HIGH I'M STILL GETTING BY FUCK IT — I'LL RIDE TIL I DIE!
Table of Contents
Excerpt from Home for the Holidays: A Hoorah Christmas
Excerpt from Music Under the Mistletoe
Prologue
“No, goddammit, I do not need anything,” Shady yelled at her door.
“But,” Harmony yelled back.
“No,” Shady replied firmly.
Her friends thought she was going to break and she wasn’t. After the last few weeks of healing, trying to figure out what was going on, and dodging the Bobbsey twins, she was sick of it. They were stressing her out and now, she had been told Slider and that guy, Cajun, were on their way back. FUCK! Shady wasn’t even going to list the reasons why this sucked so bad, she didn’t have enough fucking paper.
With everything that has happened, Creed called in for reinforcements. The Nomads were the first to be called in. They belonged to the club but with no specific chapter. Normally, Shady loved the Nomads, they were not high maintenance and clingy like some men. She hated clingy, demanding, or bossy. Hell, she hated men thinking they knew what she needed—they didn’t, and they never would. Only Shady knew what she needed and that was to be fucking left alone, and maybe a few orgasms.
She missed orgasms.
Sighing, she turned back to her computer, she was on a mission for information. She heard a few things that made her curious. Cajun apparently had some explaining to do, which the guys hadn't gotten to even, though he had been here twice since the shooting, even if they were only for a few hours and then he and Slider disappeared again. Shady only heard rumors, of course that only peaked her interest since she was attracted to the man. There was something about him. The scar on his face made him even more dangerous and handsome. Between the two men, they were driving her crazy. She was attracted to both and, in a normal world, she would approach them, fuck them, and ignore them. However, they were not your normal men.
“I made you some breakfast,” Free called out and Shady rolled her eyes. Here was another tactic they had been using to make her lose her mind, trying to ‘mommy’ her.
“No, I am good,” Shady yelled.
If they knew what she was doing, they would try to set her up. Damn they were such girls. Not finding what the fuck she wanted, Shady changed her search, she needed to get back to the task at hand, it was important to find all the key players of this clusterfuck so she could be prepared. Damn, she seriously hadn’t thought after so long that they were still looking for her. It didn’t make sense, but her family was crazy.
She changed searches and tried to look on the web for her stepfather. Ever since seeing her stepbrother, Shady knew he wasn't the one behind all of this, he couldn’t be, for one, he was under his father's thumb because the old man had all the money. For another, it was too organized, she had seen her stepbrother in action, and he wasn’t smart enough to hide all this shit. She knew Dominic Reyes II, her stepfather, was involved in this shit, but since she had left home, he and her mother had disappeared. She discovered this when she searched for her mother a few years ago, not that she wanted some heart-warming reunion, hell no, her mother was weak, but she was searching to see if her mother was still alive. It may sound cruel and unfeeling, but Shady didn’t care. Not like a few years ago, she planned to kill them herself. Nada, there was nothing online about her mother at the normal charity events she attended. The only mention of Angela Reyes was at an event four years ago, and then it was as if the woman dropped off the face of the earth. She knew they moved because she attempted to send flowers anonymously, then was notified she no longer lived at the address given. A new family had moved into her old house, the house that held all her painful memories.