His Hard Mountain Wood Madison Faye ~ Page 1

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Outlaw, filthy biker, mechanic"single father.
For the roughest alpha on the mountain, it"s his way or the hard way. For one lucky lady, it"s about to be both.

Rough. Wild. Savage. I was a lot of things before I left the outlaw life behind. Blackthorn Mountain was a fresh start. No drama, no distractions. Nothing but me, my bike shop, and my little girl.

Nothing else, that is, until she comes blowing through my door like a firestorm I never saw coming.

Beautiful, innocent, and more tempting than she even knows. She"s got curves that beg for my rough, dirty hands, and a sass that gets my engine roaring.

I know a hardened ex-biker like me should stay the f*ck away from a bratty little city girl like Addison Hale. She"s too good, too off-limits. Too much my new employee. But then, an outlaw like me never was good at playing by the rules. One look into those big blue eyes, and I know there"s nothing in this world that would keep me from her.

But the shadows from my past aren"t staying there. Gunning for me is one thing, but when they threaten Addison and my little girl Kyrie, there"ll be no stopping the beast I"ve kept locked up inside.

Sweet little Addison Hale is about to learn that up my mountain, I claim what"s mine, I keep what"s mine, and I protect what"s mine.

My demons almost buried me once. When they come after what"s mine, they"re gonna wish they had.

Over-the-top, alpha af, and sinfully filthy. As with my all my books, this one is safe, with no cheating and a HEA guaranteed.Books by Author:Madison Faye Books



This is a bad idea. Right"

I chewed at my bottom lip as I looked up at the facade of the low, brick building. An old rust mark on the outside wall in the shape of a shell " like some sort of battle wound from when the place had been gas station maybe. Under it hung a sign saying "Authorized Harley-Davidson Repair Shop", and beneath that, a stack of old tires. The three wide-bay garage doors were rolled up, and from the darkened interior came the sound of Led Zeppelin. I jumped as the music was interrupted by this ear-screeching metallic sawing sound, like someone taking a drill to a piece of iron or something.

What on earth was I doing there" I could imagine my mother"s face going totally aghast at me even standing near a place like this. She"d say something about how it was beneath me and our family to "be seen" at "places like that." My God, you"d have thought I was about to sell my body at a freaking opium den or something.

But then, that was one of the reasons I was there. It"s why I"d come, at the insistence of my favorite cousin, Katrina, to her neck of the woods. To Blackthorn Mountain. Out of the way, away from hustle and bustle, quiet, green, and honestly beautiful. Let"s just say the place was a far cry from my usual day-to-day city life. Which is exactly what I needed. After all, I"d come to Blackthorn for the summer to just sort of escape for a little bit. After, well, the incident.

A little country escape is just what I needed. I"d come to visit with my cousin, Katrina, and her husband Braun, who she"d met out here, for the summer. To get away from it all " away from my family, and away from my mother"s boyfriend-slash-soon-to-be-husband, Michael, specifically.

I swallowed the sour taste in my mouth and pushed that thought away.

The escape came with a few caveats, of course. For one, I needed a job. Me leaving the way I had… Well, I guess you could say it wasn"t exactly like my mother had sent me off with a hug, a tear, and a promise to call soon. Kinda the opposite actually. Which also meant my credit card had been cut off. The other caveat was that I needed a place to stay. Katrina had been furious when I"d told her this, calling me a lunatic for thinking there wasn"t a place for me at their house. But really, there wasn"t, even if I knew she wanted me there as family.

For one, because she and Braun were in the process of renovating what had once been a little old cabin into the house of their dreams. And the second reason"

Katrina was pregnant.

It"s not like she was due any day or anything like that, but I knew even if she was saying it " even if she was thinking it " me staying at their place was going to be more of a hassle than either of them would admit. Especially when the job I was going out for was at the base of Blackthorn, I didn"t have a car.

And top of all of that" I just needed some freedom after having spent all of college living in my mother"s 5th avenue penthouse. When I stepped off the bus in Blackthorn, I knew I needed a fresh start.

Luckily, the job and the place to stay came as a package deal. Well, maybe. I had to interview first. That"s why I was there, standing outside the little garage at the base of Blackthorn Mountain.

The metallic screeching sound came again, and I jumped out of my thoughts. My lip caught between my teeth again, and I nervously glanced at the murky darkness of the garage, even dimmer with how bright the afternoon was outside.

I can do this. I KNOW I can do this.

Math came easy to me, and I"d run the alumni committee"s budget while I was in college. This would be a breeze. Right" It was just a part time bookkeeping job. I could totally do that.

As luck would have it, Katrina wasn"t the only pregnant lady on Blackthorn. Larkin and Axe, two good friends of Katrina and Braun"s, were also expecting, and they were expecting soon.

Apparently, it"d happened pretty soon after, if not the night of their wedding. And they were having twins, at that. The job was with Axe"s bike shop and garage, which he ran alongside his friend Ryker. Larkin usually ran the office side of things, but with her being so pregnant, and on some doctor-stipulated bed rest, they needed a pinch hitter.

That would be me. And I knew I could do it, even if I was a little intimidated. It was this Ryker guy who was the wild card. Axe I"d met briefly my first night on Blackthorn when he"d swung by the house to say hi. But with his bride being on bedrest, he wasn"t going to be at the shop much. It was this mysterious Ryker who I"d be working with most of the time. And it was Ryker who was also letting me stay in the renovated studio apartment above his barn. The rent came free as part of the job, plus he lived just around the corner from the bike shop.


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