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Bristle Rey just moved to town.
She's trying to find a fresh start and leave behind a crappy home life.
She's landed in Valor, WY and has found a job. Now she just needs to find an apartment and she'll be all set.
Instead, she finds Wild.
Becket “Wild” Wilder got his nickname as a joke.
He’s never been reckless, never been crazy.
Until he lays eyes on Bristle Rey.
Then all bets are off.
Let’s get Wild.
ChapterOne
Wild
I roll my shoulders back, trying to ease the ache that I can feel in between my shoulder blades. I’ve just spent the last few hours working on a massive back tattoo and my whole body is tired and in need of a hot shower and a beer, not necessarily in that order.
I head for the door, waving goodbye to two of my MC brothers, Knight and Shotgun, both of which are still working on clients as I push out into the night. It’s late and I cut across the parking lot, heading for my bike.
It’s a 1968 Norton Commando that I fixed up myself after I got out of the Army Rangers a few years ago. I had been a little lost and in need of a project, something to occupy my mind and my hands.
After I fixed it up, I drove it across the country. I stopped whenever I wanted, wherever I wanted, and it was exactly what I needed to clear my head and move on from my time in the service.
I had stopped in Pittsburgh and met up with my old childhood buddy, Zeke. He owns a few tattoo shops out there and knew that I always loved to draw. I had spent a little over a year learning how to tattoo from him and his wife, Trixie, before they offered me a job at Eye Candy Ink.
I had almost taken it. I loved tattooing and the other tattoo artists at Eye Candy Ink, but it wasn’t the home that I was desperately searching for.
I didn’t find that until I rode through Valor, Wyoming and met the Men of Valor Motorcycle Club. They were a good group of guys, all ex-military, and it finally felt right. This was the family that I had been searching for.
I had joined the MC a few months after that and started working at Valor Ink right after.
I’ve been pretty content, but I know that something is still missing.
My woman.
I’ve been feeling this itch for a while, like maybe I need to leave my brothers and try to find her. The itch is bad tonight and maybe that’s what causes me to look up at the exact moment that a pretty little raven-haired goddess steps out from behind a truck.
She’s there one second before she disappears from my sight, but that one look is all that I need to have my world spinning on its axis.
She’s it. She’s what I’ve been searching for. My missing piece.
