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Ride Hard © 2021 Glenna Maynard
This is a work of fiction. Names characters, places and incidents either are the product of the author’s imagination or used fictitiously and any resemblance to actual people, alive or dead, business, establishments, locals or events is entirely coincidental. Any reference to real events, business, organizations or locals is intended only to give the fiction a sense of realism and authenticity. All rights reserved. No part of this publication may be reproduced, stored in a retrieval system, or transmitted by any means – electronic, mechanical, photographic (photocopying), recording, or otherwise – without prior permission in writing from the author.
The author acknowledges the copyrighted or trademarked status and trademark owners of the word marks mentioned in this work of fiction.
Table of Contents
Title Page
Copyright Page
Ride Hard
The Biker’s Kiss
ROYAL BASTARDS CODE
Dedication
Acknowledgements
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Author’s Note
Dedication
Lady & The Biker
ROYAL BASTARDS CODE
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
Chapter 17
Chapter 18
Chapter 19
Chapter 20
Chapter 21
Chapter 22
Chapter 23
Chapter 24
Chapter 25
Epilogue 1
Epilogue 2
Dear Reader,
Acknowledgments
Dedication
Tempting The Biker
Dear Reader,
Part One
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six
Chapter Seven
Chapter Eight
Chapter Nine
Chapter Ten
Chapter Eleven
Chapter Twelve
Chapter Thirteen
Chapter Fourteen
Chapter Fifteen
Chapter Sixteen
Chapter Seventeen
Chapter Eighteen
Chapter Nineteen
Chapter Twenty
Chapter Twenty-one
Chapter Twenty-two
Chapter Twenty-three
Chapter Twenty-four
Chapter Twenty-five
Chapter Twenty-six
Chapter Twenty-seven
Chapter Twenty-eight
Part Two
Chapter Twenty-nine
Chapter Thirty
Chapter Thirty-one
Chapter Thirty-two
Chapter Thirty-three
Chapter Thirty-four
Chapter Thirty-five
Chapter Thirty-six
Epilogue
Author’s Note
Playlist
Acknowledgments
Dedication
Suggested Reading Order
Keeping The Biker
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six
Chapter Seven
Chapter Eight
Chapter Nine
Chapter Ten
Chapter Eleven
Chapter Twelve
Chapter Thirteen
Chapter Fourteen
Epilogue
The Biker’s Lucky Charm
Taken By The Biker
Special Appearances
Acknowledgements
About Glenna
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Ride Hard
Royal Bastards MC Charleston, WV Volume 1
Contains books 1-4
The Biker’s Kiss
Lady & The Biker
Tempting The Biker
Keeping The Biker
Royal By blood. Bastard by choice. The Royal Bastards MC of Charleston, Wv ride hard.
Wall Street Journal & USA Today bestselling author Glenna Maynard brings you a collection featuring books 1-4 of her gritty and gripping RBMC series.
The Biker’s Kiss
One kiss is all it takes to bring him to his knees and have him asking for forever.
Roane Connors doesn’t do relationships. He’s been burned before and isn’t looking to repeat past mistakes. All he needs is a warm body in his bed for the night. Someone to ring in the new year with. Julie Wilson ticks all his boxes. She’s back in town, hot, and single. When the clock strikes midnight one kiss ignites a spark this royal bastard’s not ready for.
Lady & The Biker
She’s an angel thrust into the chaos of the devil’s playground.
I’m a Royal Bastard who doesn’t deserve her. She’s too young for me. Too pure and too good. I’m going to ruin her and break her heart. I know it and she knows it and yet neither of us can stay away. I watched Wylla Mae transform from a girl into a lady. She’s forbidden and tempting with her soft curves and big doe eyes. Everything I crave and all that I deny myself until a moment of weakness forces me to break.
An enemy is on the move and when he sets his sights on her, all bets are off. I’ll move heaven and hell to keep her safe in my arms.
Tempting The Biker
He's married and twice my age, but I can't walk away.
Murder-
We were never supposed to happen. Alexa’s my daughter’s best friend. I’m a married man. I’m too old for her, but stolen glances turn into more than either of us are prepared for. I’ve made promises I can’t keep. I’m the Prez of Royal Bastards MC. I’m not supposed to be tempted by her innocence. My head swears that I don’t love her, but my heart won’t let go.
Alexa-
Murder’s married. Off Limits. But I want him. He’s a powerful man. Untouchable and unbreakable. I’ll be his dirty little secret. No one has to know. We’re playing a dangerous game. A deadly one that will leave me with a broken heart or worse, but I’ll do anything to prove to him that what we share is a ride or die love. And for Murder, I’m willing to risk it all.
Keeping The Biker
Save the date. You’re invited to attend the wedding of Alexa and Murder, Royal Bastards MC style.
They said we’d never last. He was a married man. Off limits.
Now after all these years Murder is mine till death do us part. I’ll do anything to keep my motorcycle man. For him I risked it all and now comes the reward. His ink branded on my skin and his ring on my finger. Today is the first day of our forever.
Glenna Maynard
The Biker’s Kiss © 2019 Glenna Maynard
This is a work of fiction. Names characters, places and incidents either are the product of the author’s imagination or used fictitiously and any resemblance to actual people, alive or dead, business, establishments, locals or events is entirely coincidental. Any reference to real events, business, organizations or locals is intended only to give the fiction a sense of realism and authenticity. All rights reserved. No part of this publication may be reproduced, stored in a retrieval system, or transmitted by any means – electronic, mechanical, photographic (photocopying), recording, or otherwise – without prior permission in writing from the author.
The author acknowledges the copyrighted or trademarked status and trademark owners of the word marks mentioned in this work of fiction.
The Biker’s Kiss
One kiss is all it takes to bring him to his knees and have him asking for forever.
Roane Connors doesn’t do relationships. He’s been burned before and isn’t looking to repeat past mistakes. All he needs is a warm body in his bed for the night. Someone to ring in the new year with. Julie Wilson ticks all his boxes. She’s back in town, hot, and single. When the clock strikes midnight one kiss ignites a spark this royal bastard’s not ready for.
ROYAL BASTARDS CODE
PROTECT: The club and your brothers come before anything else and must be protected at all costs. CLUB is FAMILY.
RESPECT: Earn it & Give it. Respect club law. Respect the patch. Respect your brothers. Disrespect a member and there will be hell to pay.
HONOR: Being patched in is an honor, not a right. Your colors are sacred, not to be left alone, and NEVER let them touch the ground.
OL’ LADIES: Never disrespect a member’s or brother’s Ol’ Lady. PERIOD.
CHURCH is MANDATORY.
LOYALTY: Takes precedence overall, including well-being.
HONESTY: Never LIE, CHEAT, or STEAL from another member or the club.
TERRITORY: You are to respect your brother’s property and follow their Chapter’s club rules.
TRUST: Years to earn it...seconds to lose it.
NEVER RIDE OFF: Brothers do not abandon their family.
Dedication
To First Loves and First Kisses.
Acknowledgements
To my fellow Royal Bastard authors, thank you for breathing life into this series and characters and for bringing me along for one hell of an exciting ride. Especially my girls, Crimson Syn and Nikki Landis. None of this would be possible without you bringing us all together. Kristin Youngblood and Mikki Thomas thank you for helping spread the word and for all the hard work you ladies do.
To my girls—Nickie, Dawn, Liz, Morgan, Jordan, Tempi, Andi, and so many more thanks for all the support while I was writing this and cheering me on till the end. If I didn’t list your name forgive me, I have so many wonderful people who support me and I could never list you all, but I don’t appreciate you any less. And Nickie thanks for being a trooper and looking at my cover 500 times until it felt right.
To Tina, who is so amazing and always ready to lend an ear, you’re so good to me. I appreciate you more than you know.
My readers, I just can’t tell you how much your continued support means to me. Thanks for continuing to ride with me on these wild adventures.
To my family, you are always so supportive of me and my dreams I love you for forever and a day.
Chapter 1
“I know you’re lying, Sam. Just tell me the truth. I saw the cryptic messages between you and whoever Amanda is. How long have you been cheating on me?”
His hand flies back and whips across my face so fast that I don’t even process what’s happening until my cheek stings. Heat rises up my back and my stomach drops as I hold a palm to my flaming cheek. He hit me. Sam actually fucking hit me. I’m stunned as tears slide down my face. This man I thought I loved stares at me with pure venom in his eyes.
“I told you never to touch my phone.” He takes a step toward me and I take a step back.
“You hit me. You coward.”
Sam grabs my upper arms and shakes me. “You’re a stupid cunt, aren’t you?”
I know it’s a mistake the moment I do it, but I gather my spit and pucker my lips letting it fly right at his face. “I hate you,” I seethe.
“Oh yeah. You fuckin’ hate me so much but you beg to ride my dick like it’s made of gold.” He smacks me again. This time splitting my lip. “You do nothing for me. I’m not attracted to your fat ass. Maybe if you’d lose some weight, I’d want to fuck you.”
Fight or flight grips me, and I know if I don’t make a plan to leave him now I never will. He won’t let me. Sam has a reputation to uphold. He’s a prominent attorney and in his cop daddy’s eyes he can do no wrong. But Sam has developed bad habits lately. Cocaine and heavy drinking. He’s changed. I have too. “I’m sorry,” I lie. The only thing I’m sorry about is the fact that I ever thought I could love him. That I ever let him touch me. “I didn’t mean it, honey. I don’t know what came over me.”
His eyes narrow on me, searching my face. His jaw unclenches. He strokes my cheek, then my lips, wiping the drops of blood away. “Go clean yourself up. We have dinner plans with Dan Ritchie and his wife Mary.”
“Okay.” I nod and he leans in for a kiss. My stomach lurches and it takes all my self-control not to vomit on his two-thousand-dollar shoes.
**
One week later
“You can’t tell me you’re just going to sit here by yourself and watch the ball drop. That’s so depressing, Jules.” Pam stands in front of the Tv blocking my view hands on the hips of her black leather pants. My sister is a total bad ass biker babe. Her old man, Link, short for Chain Link, belongs to a motorcycle club, Royal Bastards MC.
“I don’t even know anyone here.” My friends are back home celebrating in style with my ex. There was no way I was going to tag along and watch him make out with his new girlfriend who also happened to replace me in my circle of friends. Some friends they were. The moment I broke things off with Sam everyone turned their backs on me like I had an infectious disease. I spent a few nights in a hotel. No one offered me a place on their couch. It was him or me and he won. He’s the asshole who put his hands on me and everyone acted like I was crazy for being upset. Everyone wanted to make excuses for him. Saying he had too much to drink. That I shouldn’t have smarted off to him about staying out late the night before when it was Christmas Eve and all I wanted was to spend the holiday together. I shouldn’t have gone through his phone. They were right about going through his phone. I should have broken things off the moment I started keep tabs on him. I knew I couldn’t trust him. He was deleting messages and keeping secrets.
Turned out he had been cheating on me for months and they all knew it. I should have known. It had been months since we had been together intimately. I confronted him and when he smacked me a switch flipped. No one had ever treated me like that. It was the last straw.
Pam had been begging me to come stay with her and Link, and I had some vacation time to cash in at work before the end of the year so here I am camped out on her couch hiding from my life. It was either use the time or lose it and I’ve missed my big sister. I haven’t told her the truth about Sam. I told her we broke things off because neither of us were happy which is mostly true, but we still share the apartment. I spent the rest of the week sleeping in the guest room and avoiding him at all costs. I’ve been looking for a place but haven’t found something I can easily afford on my own. I rent a stylist chair from a salon in the mall. I’m not exactly rolling in money as a color specialist. I wouldn’t have been able to come visit Pam if she hadn’t offered to pay for my gas.
“You know me. That’s all that matters. The club’s throwing a huge party. You’ve got to come.” She pouts her dark red lips out making a sad face. “Please, Julie. It’ll be fun. Promise.” Pam only calls me Julie when she’s trying to mom me.
I roll my eyes. “Fine, but I don’t exactly have anything to wear.” I look down at my bleach-stained yoga pants and Mickey Mouse t-shirt.
“Leave that to me.”
“You swear you won’t make me look like one of those what did you call them, club rabbits?”
Her head goes back as she laughs. “Oh, sweet sister, I have so much to teach you tonight.”
“That sounds like a warning.”
“Oh, it totally is. The guys are going to love you.” I don’t like the mischievous glint she has in her eye. Pam has always been a wild child party lover and what some might call loose. Well until she got with Link a few years back the loose part changed, but she still loves a good party.
Pam ushers me to her bedroom. “Sit.”
I drop my bottom on the round seat of her vanity already feeling the pangs of regret. When we played dress up as kids, I swear she made me look like a clown on purpose. Who knows what she will do with me tonight.
“Plug this in.” She hands me the plug end of her flat iron. Pam and I both have dark naturally curly hair. I never wear mine straight. “It’s time to spice things up and take a walk on the dark side.” My sister smirks at me through the reflection of the mirror.
“Oh god,” I groan. “I’m going to look like a two-bit hooker, aren’t I?”
“What’s that supposed to mean? You saying I look cheap?”
“No. You look wicked cool, but I don’t know the first thing about being a biker babe.”
“You’ll learn fast. But the guys will behave. I’ll tell them you’re off limits.”
“Might as well hang a sign around her neck that says virgin.” Link chuckles from the doorway of the bedroom.
“Oh, hush, you.” Pam smacks at him with her hairbrush.
“Well hello to you too,” he says on a grunt.
“Don’t be a grump. You know I missed you, honey.” She goes up on her tiptoes to kiss her husband.
Link is exactly the kind of man I pictured my sister running off with when we were growing up. He’s tall and big with tattoos on his face that say, ‘Yeah, I did time, what of it.’ He’s bad ass and not the kind of guy you want to piss off. But if he likes you, he can be a big ol’ teddy bear.
Link folds his arms over his chest. “You coming to the clubhouse you gotta know the rules.”
My brow shoots up. “Rules?”
“Leave her alone,” Pam tells him, running the brush through my hair then rubbing in some smoothing serum.
“Hey. I’m only looking out for her.”
“Well, Jules is a big girl. She can take care of herself. Why don’t you go get us some drinks?” She waves him off and he pushes away from the door.
