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  “Fuck yeah, we do,” I say, feeling my cock harden again at knowing there aren’t many people in the world who would take on the fucked-up mess of a man I am, yet these two did, and they hold me tight.

  “Bless the broken road,” Avery says before pressing his lips to Meaghan’s temple, and then to my lips.

  Meaghan looks to me then Avery. “That was hot, just sayin’.”

  “Fairy gettin’ worked up?” I ask, knowing they can see and feel my cock between us.

  To this, she laughs. “So worked up,” she says in a raspy whisper. “I’m sure I could get off just climbing on the bike and going for a ride.”

  “Fuck,” Avery groans, no doubt getting hard himself.

  It took me some time, but I have learned Avery’s tells. He gets off by seeing other people satisfied. Me leaving like I did, pulling away, I took away his ability to see—physically see—and feel what he means to me. Meaghan gave him that when I couldn’t. It’s a balance I never realized Avery and I would need.

  My desire to control my life so I’m not dumpster diving left me in a place to hold back. If Avery and I had stayed together all those years ago, I don’t know if we would be where we are today. I would have held back to make sure Avery got what he needed, and he would have held back because his satisfaction comes from other’s gratification.

  Watching him with Meaghan shows me now.

  The way Meaghan handles us both, it gives her the confidence and the reminder she’s not controlled by anyone else. The life she lived, the hell she endured, it’s unimaginable. I will spend my every waking moment until my dying breath making sure she knows she’s a treasure, not someone’s pet.

  This is my satisfaction, my family, my woman and my man. While unconventional, it works.

  I don’t give a fuck if anyone understands it. I don’t give a damn if they want to judge. I really don’t care to explain it. We just are.

  The three of us, we are at peace in a way none of us have ever been before. We work together. We love together. We live together.

  No one will ever tear us apart again.

  Mark my motherfucking word.

  THE END

  The devil is done calling his markers … for now.

  Wow, another series behind us. If you enjoyed the ride with the Devil’s Due MC, then please leave a review.

  Do you love biker romance? Have you taken a ride with the Hellions MC? If not, grab the first book in the series, One Ride , for free! I also have two other MC series: The Regulators MC is co-written with Jessie Lane, and Ruthless Rebels MC is a series of second chance romances co-written with Ryan Michele. Series reading order for ALL my books is below, so keep going!

  What’s next?

  Great question!

  There is a sneak peek of Panty Snatcher (Bad boys of the Road ) in the back. After that, I will finish up the last two books in the Roughnecks series. Then I am bringing you some different characters and new material in the coming months.

  Thank you, each and every one of you, for giving me a chance. Whether you loved every book, liked some, loved some, and even hated some, it is truly an honor to be able to share my passion with each of you. Without you, my dreams would not be coming true every day, so thank you.

  About the Author

  USA Today bestselling author Chelsea Camaron is a small-town Carolina girl with a big imagination. She’s a wife and mom, chasing her dreams. She writes contemporary romance, erotic suspense, and psychological thrillers. She loves to write about blue-collar men who have real problems with a fictional twist. From mechanics to bikers to oil riggers to smokejumpers, bar owners, and beyond she loves a strong hero who works hard and plays harder.

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  Other works by Chelsea Camaron

  Love and Repair Series:

  Crash and Burn

  Restore My Heart

  Salvaged

  Full Throttle

  Beyond Repair

  Stalled

  Hellions Ride Series :

  One Ride

  Forever Ride

  Merciless Ride

  Eternal Ride

  Innocent Ride

  Simple Ride

  Heated Ride

  Ride with Me (Hellions MC and Ravage MC Duel with Ryan Michele)

  Originals Ride

  Final Ride

  Roughneck Series:

  Maverick

  Heath

  Lance

  Wendol

  Reese

  Devil’s Due MC Series:

  Serving My Soldier

  Crossover

  In The Red

  Below The Line

  Close The Tab

  Day Of Reckoning

  Paid In Full

  Bottom Line

  Stand Alone Reads:

  Thrillers - Stay

  Romance – Moments In Time Anthology

  Mother Trucker

  Beer Goggles Anthology

  Santa, Bring Me a Biker!

  Panty Snatcher

  The following series are co-written

  The Fire Inside Series:

  (co-written by Theresa Marguerite Hewitt)

  Kale

  Regulators MC Series:

  (co-written by Jessie Lane)

  Ice

  Hammer

  Coal

  Summer of Sin Series:

  (co-written with Ripp Baker, Daryl Banner, Angelica Chase, MJ Fields, MX King)

  Original Sin

  Caldwell Brothers Series:

  (co-written by USA Today Bestselling Author MJ Fields)

  Hendrix

  Morrison

  Jagger

  Stand Alone Romance:

  ( co-written with USA Today Bestselling Author MJ Fields)

  Visibly Broken

  Use Me

  Ruthless Rebels MC Series:

  ( co-written with Ryan Michele)

  Shamed

  Scorned

  Scarred

  Schooled

  Excerpt from:

  Panty Snatcher

  A Bad Boys of the Road Story

  Written By

  Chelsea Camaron

  Copyright © Chelsea Camaron 2017

  All Rights Reserved. This literary work may not be reproduced or transmitted in any form or by any means, including electronic or photographic reproduction in whole or in part, without express written permission by Chelsea Camaron.

  This is a work of fiction. All characters, organizations, and events portrayed in this novel are either products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events, locales, or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.

  First edition published December 26, 2017

  Cover Picture: Shutterstock

  Editing by: Asli Fratarcangeli

  This work of fiction is intended for mature audiences only. All sexually active characters portrayed in this book are eighteen years of age or older. Please do not buy if strong sexual situations, violence, domestic abuse, and explicit language offends you.

  Panty Snatcher

  I don’t do call backs.

  I don’t do commitments.

  I am Zane Collier, player, manwhore, and bachelor for life.

  My friends made a bet. One, I refuse to lose.

  Regardless of the history Sawyer and I share, I will remain a one hit wonder for life.

  I am the panty snatcher.

  So, why can’t I get hers?

  ***This is a small town, second chance, standalone romance that is a fast-paced short story. If insta-attraction, insta-lust, insta-love, and i
nsta-ever after aren’t your thing then this isn’t the book for you. If it is then, prepare yourself to meet Zane, and wish this Panty Snatcher would snatch yours!!***

  Prologue

  ~Sawyer~

  “T his is so cliché,” I comment as his teeth graze my neck.

  “No pressure, Sawyer. We can stop anytime,” Zane whispers in my ear, working his fingers inside me, sliding in and out in my wetness.

  My body aches for more, so much more.

  “I want this,” I moan out.

  I really do.

  My eighteenth birthday was a week ago. Zane and I have been friends for what feels like forever, and we have been dating for a year now. Even when we weren’t officially a couple, we did everything together.

  Three homecomings.

  Three proms.

  And tonight, we crossed the stage and earned our high school diplomas together.

  I want tonight to be special. I want to give him my virginity.

  He positions himself over me. Zane’s fingers, his magical fingers that have explored my body and brought me so much pleasure, slide out.

  “Sawyer, are you sure?”

  I nod as a smile spreads over my face.

  “Words, baby. I’ve waited this long; I can wait again.” He rocks his body over me, his erection rubbing me in all the right spots. Skin to skin, I could get off just like this, if he would keep going.

  When Zane stills, I whimper, wanting more.

  “Sawyer, I hear this hurts, baby. I don’t wanna hurt you.”

  Could he be any sweeter? Zane is a virgin, too. Not because he hasn’t asked to have sex tons of times, but because he loves me, respects me, and has waited for me, even when he could have hooked up with lots of other girls.

  “Put the condom on, Zane.”

  He smirks and moves off me after a quick kiss. He puts the condom on, and I spread my legs, exposing myself to him. With his hand, he slides the tip over my clit, and I want more.

  Awkwardly, he tries to push inside me. I feel tight as my body stretches to fit him.

  Zane trembles over me as, inch by inch, he tries to make it work.

  “You okay?” he asks on a groan.

  I bite my bottom lip and nod. “Yeah, Zane. More than okay. I love you.”

  He kisses me, finally sliding deeper inside.

  The sensation isn’t bad. I like his fingers better, but that could be because he’s going so slow.

  Slowly, he pulls out then presses his way back in. It’s not painful, more like a stuffed feeling.

  Full.

  Complete, even.

  I relax.

  He moves more.

  I find myself starting to like it.

  Zane tenses.

  “You okay?” I ask.

  He moans. “So good, Sawyer, feels so good.”

  Wait. It’s over?

  When he pulls out, I feel my inner walls contract, wanting more.

  He then slides off the bed, and I get a quick kiss to the forehead.

  “Be right back, baby. Gotta clean up.”

  Wait. What?

  Is this really it?

  We are both virgins. Maybe he didn’t do it right.

  Yes, that’s it.

  Next time will be better.

  Available for preorder through all major e-book retailers. Releasing December 26, 2017

  Bound by Family

  Ravage MC Bound Series #1

  ©Ryan Michele 2017

  Prologue

  Cooper

  T his life.

  My life … is Ravage.

  Some say it’s my destiny. Others call this my curse.

  Lucky for me, I don’t give a fuck what anyone thinks. The man I’ve become is because of a choice—none of that other bullshit. Everyone in life has a choice, a path. What direction you take is up to you.

  For me, I had this moment in my life, a moment when I knew who and what I’d become.

  It wasn’t forced or coerced as the talk has been around this small town. No, the moment that haunts my dreams at night is what created the man you see today.

  Family.

  From the beginning to the end, family is what you start with and what you end with. I’m bound to it, honored by it, and respected in it.

  Chapter One

  Cooper

  T he echo of the hammer hitting bone crackles through the air in the small, dank room. The man’s screams fill the space with pain, anger, and contempt. He doesn’t want us here anymore than we want to be in this dump. Unfortunately for us both, he fucked up and it wasn’t an option. No, it’s a necessity.

  Fucking Stu.

  Ravage Motorcycle Club, my family, we run a tight ship, so to speak. There is a code, rules of sorts that must be followed. Fall out of line, there will be punishment. Stu fell out of line.

  Ryker laughs off to the side, pulling me away from my thoughts as I let go of the man’s wrist, hammer still clenched in the other hand. The asshole, Stu, falls to his knees on the dirt floor, holding his broken finger.

  That’s not the only one he’s going to get today for his stupidity.

  He knows better. Everyone in Sumner, Georgia knows better. Hell, make that anyone who has ever heard of Ravage knows better.

  “You’ve got a hell of a blow with that thing.”

  Ryker is twisted and warped. He does this shit for fun and entertainment. Part of me thinks he gets off on this, but to each their own. Me, I do this shit out of duty and responsibility. Regardless, he’s been by my side for years, and I wouldn’t have it any other way.

  When no response comes from me, Ryker walks up to the man and gives him a savage kick to the gut, making the man curl into a ball to protect himself.

  “I’m thinkin’ we need to take off some piggies,” Ryker eggs on, and a chuckle escapes me. He does have a way with words, saying exactly what he thinks with not an ounce of filter.

  “Give me a shot,” Jacks, another one of my brothers and a friend from high school, says as he holds his hand out to me, waiting for the hammer.

  Handing it to him, I then take a step back and cross my arms. It’s not me being a pussy. It’s me wanting to get this shit done so we can get the fuck out of here.

  “Money,” I bark out to Stu as Ryker gives him another hard kick, this one to his thigh.

  Stu owes our club fifty thousand seven hundred dollars and some change for merchandise he purchased. We gave him a week after the initial payment of fifty grand went smooth. Ravage and Stu have a history, and in that time, this is the first instance when Stu hasn’t paid up in full. It’ll be the last time as well.

  “I-I can have it b-by the weekend,” Stu stammers out as Jacks swings the hammer, hitting Stu in the ankle. Another crunching sound reverberates throughout the room.

  Ryker smirks, coming to stand next to me and giving me a slight bump on the shoulder with his elbow. “Believe this fucker? Weekend?” He shakes his head and spits down at Stu. “Motherfucker, you have twenty-four hours to come up with the cash.”

  “If we don’t have it by then, you’re done,” I add as Jacks takes another swing.

  The smell of his pain fills the air, along with the sounds of his verbal pleas. After an hour of making sure Stu gets the picture by using our fists and hammer, we ride.

  ***

  Fresh air. The freedom of feeling the elements surround me. The delicate balance of navigating a road or eating asphalt.

  It’s the best part of every day.

  The ride.

  My bike is a beauty. A Heritage Softtail Harley painted black and red—Ravage MC colors. Working on her has been my pastime for years, tuning and cleaning. I take care of her, and she takes care of me. Wouldn’t have it any other way. There’s something about taking garbage and turning it into something you love. That’s my bike. She began as a pile of shit and turned out to be absolutely perfect.

  Life ties us down. Materials hold people back. The open road is about freedom. Ravage is freedom. We live to our code, o
ur standards, and we take care of our own.

  My mind clears on the open road awaiting me, nothing but blacktop and paint ahead. Riding allows me the peaceful time to think. Sometimes my rides last hours, while others only last minutes. Normally, whenever my mind figures out what it needs to, that’s the time I pull my bike to a stop.

  Lately, the Ravage MC has been bringing in some serious money with all the deals that Pops has worked out over the years. Some of them bring more than others, but it’s becoming more difficult to filter the money. Especially with the amount of cash. There’s only so much we can put through the garage and Studio X, the strip club.

  It’s been working well, but we’ve had to stock pile cash in several of our vaults in the basement of the clubhouse. Having cash on hand is great in the times we need it, but it will continually increase over time if we keep at this pace. That being said, we need something else to funnel the money.

  The thing is, I’ve been around the club my whole life. I prospected in early. I’ve held my place for almost four years now. I’m ready to step up anywhere needed. More so, I’m ready to give a fresh mindset and view to the way we do business. It’s all for family.

  My Ravage family.

  My top idea is a car wash. It’s an all-cash business, unless you let the customers use credit cards, which I would advise against. If we kept it all cash, we could put some of the money through there. I’ve searched the internet about all the working parts of one of the machines and how much it would take to build and maintain it. Ravage could easily do it, but the downside is all the moving pieces. Sure, we can go and fix the shit, but I want to work smarter, not harder.

  There’s a way, and I’ll damn well find it.