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Marie James is a full-time working mother of two amazing little boys and wife of almost 13 years. She enjoys reading in her spare time, and diet coke is always near. Central Texas is where Marie calls home and has lived most of her life. With 13 published books under her belt, she has no desire to stop writing anytime soon and has dozens of book ideas to keep her busy.

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I’m not misunderstood.

I’m not confused about my position in life.

I’m not looking for answers to explain why I am the way I am.

This is the logic others use to try to make sense of me. According to them, there has to be a reason for my apathy. There has to be some sort of explanation for the calculating way I run my Club. There has to be a root cause for my depravity.

They can’t wrap their heads around the fact that I’m evil, that I’m darkness personified. Doing so would force them to acknowledge that the Devil has left Hell and is living among them.

Most people may think I’m Satan, but I answer to Lynch, President of the Ravens Ruin MC, and the Antichrist doesn’t have sh*t on me.

Marie James is a full-time working mother of two amazing little boys and wife of almost 13 years. She enjoys reading in her spare time, and diet coke is always near. Central Texas is where Marie calls home and has lived most of her life. With 13 published books under her belt, she has no desire to stop writing anytime soon and has dozens of book ideas to keep her busy.

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My first job with the Cerberus MC was to grab a girl from a seedy bar.  Easy money, right?

The moment I realized the blonde I was hunting wasn’t around, I ended up captivated by a redhead dancing on the stage. With her striking features and sinful body, I knew she was trouble, but that didn’t stop me from making her mine that night.

When I learned that she WAS the job, everything became clouded.

I was only looking for a one night stand, but when the dust settled and she ran, my only desire was to chase her.

Should I risk my job, and quite possibly my life, in order to have her? Would she even stay if I caught her?

Marie James is a full-time working mother of two amazing little boys and wife of almost 13 years. She enjoys reading in her spare time, and diet coke is always near. Central Texas is where Marie calls home and has lived most of her life. With 13 published books under her belt, she has no desire to stop writing anytime soon and has dozens of book ideas to keep her busy.

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Tossing a middle finger to Macon, Georgia as I made my way to Nashville was always the dream. Sing country music, go on tour, top the charts—with my popularity growing every day, I was on my way.

But then a gust of wind blew up your skirt, and those white cotton panties had me hooked. I didn’t know your name, and you turned down every attempt I tried to throw your way. But I knew you were different, even though you told me I was the same.

“Friends” is what you offered, and I played by your rules, but, Adelaide Hatfield, you have to know, from that day, it was only you.

I just hope I can make you see how much you mean to me before we both drown in the sorrow of what heartbreak can truly be.

“I miss you already,” he whispers.

I have to clear my throat. “You’ll have too much fun to miss me, and I’ll be busy with classes.”

“Will you wait for me?” He pauses. “I’ll stay true to you, Addi. While I’m gone, I mean. I don’t want anyone else.”

I shake my head. While he may mean what he’s saying—now—I know him well enough to understand it’s an impossible task.

Do I hurt us both a little now, or wait until we’re so far in, we destroy each other?

I decide on the former. It may be enough to destroy me anyway.

“You don’t have to do that, Axton. It’s a time for you to have an amazing experience, see the world, and everything it has to offer.”

“You’re giving up on us?”

Shaking my head again, I finally face him. “There is no us. We’re friends. Yes, we messed around last night, and it was great, but we both know there’s no way we can be anything more if you leave.”

He takes a step back like I’ve punched him in the gut. “Is that some sort of ultimatum? Stay here or you move on? You’re forcing me to choose?”

“I’m not,” I tell him. “There’s no choice. You’re going on tour, and I’m going to school in a few hours. Tour life…long distance things just don’t work. We’re only twenty-one. You don’t need to tie yourself down to anything in this town. You’re ready to get out of here, remember? You told me that yourself.”

His jaw tightens as his fingers clench several times. “That was before,” he yells.

I wince and look at the wall separating my room from Mandy’s.

“Before?”

“Before I fucking fell in love with you!” Agitated hands sweep over the top of his head.

I shake my head. “You aren’t.”

“Don’t tell me what I feel.”

Love isn’t selfish. Love doesn’t mean making rash decisions without first thinking of those you love.

I want to say the words, but I don’t have the courage or energy.

“Don’t tell me something like that right before you leave. That’s not fair. It’s manipulative and spiteful. I don’t deserve that from you.”

“You don’t deserve it? You’re splitting my heart in two. And what? I’m just supposed to roll over and take it? I’m supposed to pretend like I don’t love you?”

He’s one to talk about a broken heart. It’s taking everything in me not to jump off this bed and beg him to pick me over the tour, but I know how selfish that is, and I’d never do that to anyone.

“This is my dream,” he says, his tone softer, as if it explains everything. “You’re part of my future.”

“We’ll always be friends,” I offer.

“The fuck we will,” he mutters. I watch him leave, shoulders slumped forward, not a hint of the excitement he had when he first arrived.

Marie James is a full-time, working mother of two boys and wife of 13 years. She’s spent almost her entire lifetime living in central Texas, with only short stays in South Carolina, Alabama, and Florida. She’s always wanted to write novels and currently has 16 titles under her belt. Her passions include reading everything under the sun and plotting out new books to write in the future.

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Tossing a middle finger to Macon, Georgia as I made my way to Nashville was always the dream. Sing country music, go on tour, top the charts—with my popularity growing every day, I was on my way.

But then a gust of wind blew up your skirt, and those white cotton panties had me hooked. I didn’t know your name, and you turned down every attempt I tried to throw your way. But I knew you were different, even though you told me I was the same.

“Friends” is what you offered, and I played by your rules, but, Adelaide Hatfield, you have to know, from that day, it was only you.

I just hope I can make you see how much you mean to me before we both drown in the sorrow of what heartbreak can truly be.

“I watched this last night, and I just want you to see it too.” Renee clicks on a video.

His voice, belting out the words of a well-known song, pushes from the small speakers. They don’t give him the justice he deserves. His voice, his presence, demands the acoustics of an arena and countless eyes of a sold out crowd.

“Do you see what I mean?” Renee asks, pointing to the screen.

The video was recorded just to the left of where he was looking, and I know where his eyes were—locked with mine. I felt each and every one of them last night as if his choice of songs were hand-picked for me. It warmed me then, and I can’t deny the heat filling my blood as I watch now.

“He’s enraptured by you,” Mandy whispers, as if speaking too loud will break the spell he has over me.

“He’s a performer,” I counter.

“If it were only about performing, he would be looking around, trying to make each person there feel like he’s singing to them.” I sense Renee’s gaze on the side of my face, but can’t pull my eyes from the dark-haired man on the computer screen. “He only saw you last night.”

I could never believe that. Trusting it would be harmful. To my heart. To my mental health.

I run my finger over the track pad of the mouse and close the video.

“And he only saw someone else three days before.”

I click on another video—one I’ve watched a dozen times, and let myself fantasize in more detail than I ever should’ve allowed.

Axton’s voice channels through the speakers as he looks into the camera with raw emotion. His words vow his devotion, promise his love, his future, and every thought to that person.

“I’m not special to him. He sings like this all the time.”

Both of my sisters remain quiet, and why shouldn’t they? There’s no questioning the way he’s making the person with the cellphone camera feel. I was her last night. It’s awesome in the moment, but confronted with the truth of his philandering, I have no interest in anything involving Axton Lane.

Marie James is a full-time, working mother of two boys and wife of 13 years. She’s spent almost her entire lifetime living in central Texas, with only short stays in South Carolina, Alabama, and Florida. She’s always wanted to write novels and currently has 16 titles under her belt. Her passions include reading everything under the sun and plotting out new books to write in the future.

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