Unstable: An Unacceptables MC Standalone
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Unacceptable
It’s finally my time.
Time to escape from my mother, her crazy antics and questionable morals. I'm getting the heck out of Dodge, leaving the trailer park, to make something of myself. Everything was fine until I walked into The Unacceptables' bar and met Abel Hellock. With his gorgeous muscles, tattoos, motorcycle and perfect smile, my knees quaked. My life was about to be sucked back into the seedy underbelly I fought so desperately to climb out of.
Everything was fine until I met my step-brother for the first time.
Unspeakable
It's finally my time...
Everyone has their damn breaking point, why did the president of my MC's daughter have to be mine? She was everything I wanted, and nothing I could have. Being a prospect was hard enough. Living with my father that I had only known for a few years wasn't making life any easier. And there I was, ready to jeopardize it all for love. I went to Vilas to figure out where I came from, little did I know that I wasn't just going to be passing through. This life was pumping through my veins my whole life, I just didn't know it until I walked into the Unacceptable's bar for the first time.
Raine Hellock was my kryptonite and come hell or high water, I was going to figure out how to make her mine.
Unbreakable
The life I live is a dangerous one:
I am the wife of an outlaw.
The daughter of the Unacceptables' President.
But it's finally our time. Time to truly start our life. With our first baby on the way, Ryder and my life could not be more perfect.
The club is doing well and the family is stronger than ever. But, is it all too good to be true?
After all, I am their kryptonite and they will stop at nothing to protect me and my child. Can Ryder and the rest of his club be enough to keep us safe?
Untouchable
The life I live is a dangerous one:
I am an outlaw.
A proud member of the Unacceptables MC.
Our club is a family and we will do anything to protect it - and I mean anything.
The dust was finally settling from our last war. I was sober, the MC was healing from our loss, and life was getting back to normal. But regicide cannot go unpunished.
And when a newcomer arrives and threatens all that we hold dear...well, he better watch his back, because...
I am Trent Laurence.
I will stop at nothing to protect what I believe in.
Unbearable
It is finally my time.
I am an outlaw. The president of the Atlanta charter of the Unacceptables MC.
You can call me Bear.
I've given my blood, sweat, and life to my club. Devotion is a complete understatement.
It wasn't until a cute blonde walked into my garage that I considered giving myself to anything else.
Her perfect smile drew me in. Her sass made me crazy.
I'll do anything to protect my MC - and now her.
Undeniable
Ryan Axston may have been my brother's best friend, but he is so much more than that to me...He was my first everything. Kiss. Sexual encounter. Love. Ax had my whole heart, but he had no freaking clue.
He always wanted to be a Marine. It was in his blood. The day his brother was shipped home in a body bag, Ax signed up and left town to do his duty to his country.
I forced myself to move on. I really thought he was gone forever.
When he showed back up wearing the Unacceptables' skull and bones on his back ten years later, I thought I'd be able to fight all the old feelings I had for Ax. I was older and wiser.
But all he had to do was crook his finger and it was as if I was 17 all over again. I wasn't willing to sit back and let him tear us apart again. This time I was going to fight for what I wanted. But not even my love could stop a bullet. One of us was going to have to make a life-altering choice. Would it be me, or him?
Untamed
Available exclusively in The Unacceptables Series Box Set
I am the Butcher.
I am an enforcer for the Unacceptables MC.
There are choices we make that we can never come back from and I have to live with the consequences of mine.
I am Rave.
I am the loving father of a little five year old girl.
There came a day when I had to walk away from everything I loved and I am going to stop at nothing to make this right.
Uncut
He was a former Marine.
He used to be an enforcer for the Unacceptables MC.
Ryan Axston gave up everything for love - for me. His patch, his gun, everything he thought he wanted in life. He claims that nothing compares to our perfect new life.
But is everything too perfect?
Could an outlaw really walk away completely?
Unscarred
It is finally our time.
He’s an outlaw. The president of the Atlanta charter of the Unacceptables MC.
I’m his old lady – devoted, strong, and ready for anything.
But was I ready for what was coming?
Everything was perfect, or so it seemed.
It wasn’t until a bone chilling knock at our door that I considered running.
Our perfect life was about to be shattered.
He’d do anything to protect me and his club. But was it enough to really keep everyone safe?
*Note: All romances in the Unacceptables MC series are intended for ages 18+ due to sexual situations, language, and adult content.
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Unspeakable
Unbreakable
Untouchable
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Bestselling author, Kristen Hope Mazzola, is a Florida native that has found herself loving a North Carolina life. She writes contemporary romance ranging from steamy romantic comedy, sexy erotica, angsty new adult, all the way to sports romance – with dirty bikers, hot military men, and swoon-worthy rockstars in between. A portion of her royalties is donated to the Marcie Mazzola Foundation.
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All books by Kristen Hope Mazzola
The Crashing Series:
Crashing: The Wedding
Crashing Back Down
Falling Back Together
Crash & Burn
The Unacceptables MC Standalone Series:
Unacceptable
Unspeakable
Unbreakable
Untouchable
Unbearable
Undeniable
Uncut
Unscarred
Unstable
The Hysterics Standalone Series:
The Hysterics
Colt & Serena
Becoming Hysteric
Steele
Shots On Goal Standalone
Series:
Hat Trick
Cross Checked
Cherry Picked
Low Blow
Playoff Beard
Off Duty
Standalones:
Stupid Hearts
Rough & Tumble
Donut Be Easy
Boxsets:
The Crashing Series
Lust & Love
The Shots on Goal Series Box Set
The Unacceptables Series Box Set
The Huntress Series (co-written with Dawn Robertson):
The Huntress (Book 1)
The Hopeless (Book 2)
The Nameless (Book 3)
Charity Compilations:
30 Dirty Martinis
Word Search For Warriors: Authors For A Cause (Volume 1)
The 69 Series:
(multi-author collaborations for charity)
Hook & Ladder 69
Bleed Blue 69
Unspeakable
An Unacceptables MC Standalone
Sneak Peek
Prologue
Ryder
My fingers gripped tighter onto the handlebars as I read the sign: Vilas – 5 miles. I was nervous. It was fucking ridiculous and entirely pathetic, but I was scared of rejection. I had never felt like a bigger pussy for admitting that fact to myself, but there I was. My heart wouldn’t calm down, not even with every deep, slow breath of fresh mountain air I forced to pump in and out of my lungs. My brain was a jumbled mess of uncertainty, but there was no turning back at that point.
As the road curved slowly down the mountainside, my mind tripped back to where it had all begun.
“Mom?” I climbed onto my mother’s boney knee in the middle of the afternoon. Our front room was blazing hot from the sun pouring in through the sheer curtains.
She helped me get settled into her arms, the ash of her cigarette landing on my shoulder. “What is it, Ryder? Mommy’s watching her soaps.” Even as a five-year-old, I could tell how much she didn't want me just by the tone in her voice.
“Why don’t I have a daddy? All the other kids at school have daddies.”
She put her cigarette inside the empty Old English bottle next to her foot and chugged out of her glass of grain alcohol with ice cubes clanking around. “Your daddy didn't want you so he never came home.”
Sniffling, I tried to wrap my tiny mind around what those words truly meant. “But why? Aren’t daddies supposed to love their kids?”
“Yours doesn't love us. Now piss off. Go play in your room. Mommy’s tired.”
I scampered off to my section of the studio apartment that was my ‘room’. I grabbed my Thomas The Train blanket and wrapped it around my shoulders as I sniffled and cried over a dad that had never been there.
It was a plain as day memory that had plagued me for more than ten years; that’s how long it took me to grow the balls to confront my mother again about my father who had never loved us. That’s when she finally told me the truth: that she had been a few years older than my dad and could have been charged with statutory rape when she was fucking him, so she’d run away, only to send a letter to him years later, once she assumed she couldn't be sent to jail for raping a minor.
What a fucking awful eighteenth birthday present.
My mom swore that she had sent it, but who knew if he had gotten it, read it, or even if she was telling me the truth or not. I wasn’t even entirely sure why I was looking for my old man after eighteen years, but there I was, twisting and curving along an old mountain highway, not knowing if my father would know his own son when he saw him. It was freaking insane. Nothing else had panned out for me in my life so far, so something had to give…right?
What if he doesn't even know I exist?
It was my biggest fear.
My forearms were sore from the four hour ride, but I didn’t give a shit. All I was focused on was finding a place to grab a beer and get my head on straight again.
I pulled off into a parking lot with a few trucks and a handful of bikes near the front.
Seems like my kind of place.
I swung open the heavy wooden door and puffed my chest out while all the guys lining the bar and at the pool tables stopped dead to stare at me making my way to an empty stool. There should have just been a damn sign on the wall: No fucking outsiders welcome; it would have made things way less awkward.
The middle-aged bartender smiled sweetly at me as her long, curled dark hair bounced along while she made her way over to me.
“What are you havin’, sugar?” she asked, wiping the counter.
“Bottle of Bud Light.”
She nodded, dug in the trough, and put the brown bottle in front of me. “My name is Crickett, love. If you need anything, just holler.”
I smirked at her name, but held back. “Thanks,” I muttered.
In two gulps my first beer was gone and another was slammed in front of me. My nerves were cooling…finally. I just had no idea what I was going to do next. I had an address of where my mom had sent that letter years ago, but so much time had passed. It was a complete shot in the dark, but it was better than nothing.
Crickett kept looking over at me, glancing and checking me out. It was unnerving, but nothing that I hadn’t dealt with in the past. Most of my mom’s friends would hit on me during their wine nights in our apartment; they pretty much made a game out of it. Cougars love their cubs after all.
“Not from around here are you?” She finally decided to talk to me instead of just staring.
I shook my head. “Just passing through.”
She laughed a little. “I said that once, sitting in that very seat that you are now. I’m still here.”
“That ain’t gonna be me, lady. I have one mission and then I am getting out of this fucking town.”
“Well, good luck…” She trailed off, fishing for a name.
“I’m Ryder.”
“You look incredibly familiar, Ryder.” She squinted at me, presumably trying to place me. I had never seen her in my life.
Two stools down, a few guys bellied up to the bar. A gruff voice called over to Crickett, “Hey, babe. Holt is going to be in soon to take over for you.”
She smiled over at him as I froze in place. Holt—that was my father’s name. My blood ran cold.
Crickett’s voice broke into my swarming thoughts. “Ryder? Another?” She was pointing at my bottle and I nodded. “Sh-sure.”
Two men next to me started chatting. I tried not to eavesdrop while I peeled the blue label from my bottle, but it was hard. They were going on about one of their friends being sick and how hard it was to balance their businesses while trying to find someone to replace him. Pretty boring shit, but I had nothing better to do.
The guy with the gruff voice turned to me. “Hey, kid. New around here?”
Man, people sure were not used to outsiders in these parts.
“Yes, sir. Just passin’ through. Trying to track down my old man.”
The middle aged man sipped on his beer then sucked in a sharp breath through his teeth. “We’ve heard that one a time or two in this bar.” He winked over at Crickett and she threw a bar towel at him as he laughed.
“Don’t mind my husband, honey. He has a dry sense of humor. What’s your daddy’s name?”
I stared at the bar top, ripping apart the beer label. “Holton Walsh.”
Raine
I was numb. There was no better way to explain the shock of the news I was about to deliver to my parents. I was about to devastate my father and destroy my stepmom. With my brother’s hand gripped in mine, I ran through the front doors of their bar.
“Raine, Collin? What the—?” My father’s gruff voice boomed across the quiet bar and I tried to catch my breath.
“Dad.” Tears started to roll down my face as Collin fell into my side and I gripped him tighter. He was so close to my grandfather, Collin was losing it. My emotions finally decided to catch up with me. I forced my throat to choke out, “It’s Pop. He’s—he, oh
my God, Dad!”
I collapsed in my father’s arms as Crickett bolted around from behind the bar and wrapped my little brother in her arms as she started shaking.
I couldn’t put it into words. If I said it out loud, then it would be true, and I just wasn’t ready for that to happen yet. There was nothing I could do other than grab my phone. I dialed my dad’s right hand man, who was already at the hospital. “Here, talk to Holt.”
My eyes locked on a stranger that was sitting a few seats away from our family crisis. I couldn’t put my finger on it, but he looked extraordinarily familiar.
I watched as my father’s face twisted from shock to crippling grief. The phone fell from his hands, shattering the screen as he let out a scream that curdled my blood.