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Hot here and hot at home. I screwed the lid back on my bottle and set it on the dresser. “Now, let’s go. Time’s a-wastin’.”
“Are you sure we have to go back down?” Dove whined.
“Yes.” And we needed to get back down there if we were going to fight the lines and see whom I wanted to. “We can stop by Darlene Tallman’s table and get you another shot, deal?”
“And I want to find the moonshine,” Dove insisted.
I rolled my eyes and patted my back pocket to make sure I had money and my ID. “I don’t care what you do as long as you’re not too drunk to help me get everything back to the room.” Dove would more than likely drive me insane if she stood in line with me.
Dove tsked and flitted her hand at me. “I can handle my booze, woman. I just want you to know that I may not know what right now, but you are going to owe me huge for this weekend.”
I adjusted the messy bun on top of my head in the mirror and quirked my lips. “I look like a hot mess.” My purple hair was a literal rat’s nest on top of my head, my makeup had all but melted off my face, and I had given up trying to pull my shorts out of my non-existent thigh gap. My thighs were eating my shorts, and I wasn’t going to get them back until I got undressed later.
“You got the hot part right, Sloane. You are hardly a mess, though.” Dove moved next to me and put her arm around my shoulders. “Now, let’s get going because I think there were Jell-O shots by the moonshine.”
“This is a book signing, Dove, not a frat party.”
She winked at me in the mirror. “Oh, Sloane, I more than know that. Those frat boys wouldn’t know what to do with a room full of sexy romance authors and readers.”
Now that was something I could more than agree with.
Book signings were a once-in-a-lifetime experience, and Motorcycles, Mobsters and Mayhem was no exception.
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Chapter Two
Aero
“You seeing what I’m seeing?”
I leaned back in my chair and kicked my feet up on the ottoman in front of me. “Chicks with books?” I asked. We had claimed one group of chairs off to the side of the reception area and were waiting for our rooms to be ready. We were only staying for one night.
“A lotof chicks with books,” Cue Ball chuckled. “A fuck ton, brother. I don’t think I have ever seen so many women in one place before.”
“Yeah, and none of them give a fuck about you,” Yarder growled.
A group of women with bags filled with books passed by us. One of them even had a wagon filled with books.
“Whoa, whoa,” Dice interrupted. “Did you not see that big ass banner at the front doors? Motorcycles, Mobsters and Mayhem.” Dice circled his finger in the air. “We are two of those words, guys. These chicks dig bikers, and we are bikers. And mayhem is pretty much our middle name. We know how to have a damn good time.”
“You’re a dumbass,” Yarder grunted. “Those chicks want a fucking fairytale, brother. We are far from a fucking fairytale.”
I stroked my beard and smirked. “Speak for yourself, Yarder. I think I could show these chicks what a night with a biker could be like.”
“Keep your dick in your pants,” Yarder ordered. “We’re doing a charity run, not trying to lay every book nerd in the building.”
“Come on,” Cue Ball insisted. “You’re telling me we have to try to be little choir boys with all of these chicks running around?”
Yarder reached for his drink. “No fucking trying to it. You are going to be good little boys, or I’ll cut your balls off.”
Dice covered his crotch with his hand. “Jesus, bossman. Chill the hell out. What’s with you telling us to keep it in our pants?”
“Because we’re not home, Dice. This is not our fucking territory,” Yarder explained.
“Is it anyone’s territory?” Stretch asked.
Compass shook his head. “Nah. There are a couple of clubs in Houston, but none of them claim Conroe.”
