by Elias Taylor
Heavy Hogs MC
By Elias Taylor
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This book is a work of fiction. Any resemblance to persons, living or dead, or places, events or locations is purely coincidental.
Table of Contents
Book 1: Hayden
Chapter One: The Best
Chapter Two: Doomsday
Chapter Three: The Old Habit
Chapter Four: Long Gone
Chapter Five: Moving Forward
Chapter Six: Destiny
Chapter Seven: Penance
Chapter Eight: Infinity
Chapter Nine: Normal Again
Chapter Ten: The Waves
Chapter Eleven: Happy
Chapter Twelve: Bored Stiff
Chapter Thirteen: San Diego
Chapter Fourteen: Fireworks
Chapter Fifteen: Wild Ways
Chapter Sixteen: Peace Treaty
Chapter Seventeen: Fury
Chapter Eighteen: Gone
Chapter Nineteen: Pain
Chapter Twenty: Sunset
Chapter Twenty-One: Too Late
Chapter Twenty-Two: Fate
Chapter Twenty-Three: Heart
Chapter Twenty-Four: Something Good
Epilogue
Book 2: Tripp
Chapter One: A Dress
Chapter Two: No Time For That
Chapter Three: Dates
Chapter Four: A Mess
Chapter Five: Not a Kid Anymore
Chapter Six: Honest
Chapter Seven: Forgotten
Chapter Eight: First
Chapter Nine: Talk
Chapter Ten: Longing
Chapter Eleven: Risky
Chapter Twelve: Talent
Chapter Thirteen: Just a Guy
Chapter Fourteen: Lucky
Chapter Fifteen: Safe
Chapter Sixteen: Trust
Chapter Seventeen: One of Those Girls
Chapter Eighteen: Thrill
Chapter Nineteen: Toughen Up
Chapter Twenty: Happy Again
Chapter Twenty-One: Honesty
Chapter Twenty-Two: Bastard
Chapter Twenty-Three: LA
Chapter Twenty-Four: Happy
Epilogue: One Year Later
Book 3: Tristan
Chapter One: The Plan
Chapter Two: Family Man
Chapter Three: Jump
Chapter Four: Bonfire
Chapter Five: Juice
Chapter Six: Favor
Chapter Seven: Fake
Chapter Eight: Show Time
Chapter Nine: Lucky
Chapter Ten: Let Go
Chapter Eleven: Misstep
Chapter Twelve: Date
Chapter Thirteen: Inner Circle
Chapter Fourteen: Motivation
Chapter Fifteen: Falling
Chapter Sixteen: Falling
Chapter Seventeen: Unrest
Chapter Eighteen: News
Chapter Nineteen: Confession
Chapter Twenty: Celebration
Chapter Twenty-One: Strength
Chapter Twenty-Two: Future
Chapter Twenty-Three: Interruption
Chapter Twenty-Four: A New Plan
Epilogue
Book 4: Brent
Chapter One: Natalie
Chapter Two: Brent
Chapter Three: Natalie
Chapter Four: Brent
Chapter Five: Natalie
Chapter Six: Brent
Chapter Seven: Natalie
Chapter Eight: Brent
Chapter Nine: Natalie
Chapter Ten: Brent
Chapter Eleven: Natalie
Chapter Twelve: Brent
Chapter Thirteen: Natalie
Chapter Fourteen: Brent
Chapter Fifteen: Natalie
Chapter Sixteen: Brent
Chapter Seventeen: Natalie
Chapter Eighteen: Brent
Chapter Nineteen: Natalie
Chapter Twenty: Brent
Chapter Twenty-one: Natalie
Chapter Twenty-two: Brent
Chapter Twenty-three: Natalie
Chapter Twenty-four: Brent
Epilogue: Natalie
Book:5 Christian
Chapter One: Beth
Chapter Two: Christian
Chapter Three: Beth
Chapter Four: Christian
Chapter Five: Beth
Chapter Six: Christian
Chapter Seven: Beth
Chapter Eight: Christian
Chapter Nine: Beth
Chapter Ten: Christian
Chapter Eleven: Beth
Chapter Twelve: Christian
Chapter Thirteen: Beth
Chapter Fourteen: Christian
Chapter Fifteen: Beth
Chapter Sixteen: Christian
Chapter Seventeen: Beth
Chapter Eighteen: Christian
Chapter Nineteen: Beth
Chapter Twenty: Christian
Chapter Twenty-One: Beth
Chapter Twenty-Two: Beth
Chapter Twenty-Three: Christian
Chapter Twenty-Four: Beth
Chapter Twenty-Five: Beth
Chapter Twenty-Six: Christian
Chapter Twenty-Seven: Beth
Chapter Twenty-Eight: Beth
Chapter Twenty-Nine: Christian
Chapter Thirty: Beth
Epilogue: One Year Later
Book: 6 Carter
Prologue
Chapter One: Open for Business
Chapter Two: Lining Up The Bait
Chapter Three: Building a Foundation
Chapter Four: Date Night
Chapter Five: Regrets
Chapter Six: Escape
Chapter Seven: Change of Heart
Chapter Eight: Expansion
Chapter Nine: Can You Keep A Secret?
Chapter Ten: Love Blooms
Chapter Eleven: Crossed Wires
Chapter Twelve: Doomed
Chapter Thirteen: Resurrection
Chapter Fourteen: Creation
Chapter Fifteen: Can’t Be Without You
Chapter Sixteen: Not Meant To Be
Chapter Seventeen: The Ring Bearer
Chapter Eighteen: Clarity
Chapter Nineteen: Expansion
Chapter Twenty: Dollar Bills
Chapter Twenty-One: Technology Counts
Chapter Twenty-Two: Stalling
Chapter Twenty-Three: Reality Strikes
Chapter Twenty-Four: Lucky Break
Epilogue
About the Author
Book 1: Hayden
An MC Romance
Chapter One: The Best
Heather took a deep breath as she looked over the boxes she still had to unpack. It all seemed so daunting. Most of her clothes from Chicago were still in cardboard boxes and the little she had unpacked was scattered about the apartment.
“We’ll get through it,” Melinda said.
Heather gave her friend a grateful smile. Melinda Avery and Heather Carlson had been inseparable in high school and they had kept in touch in the eight years since graduation. When Heather had called Melinda late one night and told her she was moving back home to Lyndon, Melinda had promised to help in any way she could.
Heather walked to a box labeled “Kitchen” and started to pull it open. As the tape gave way, she leaned too hard on her
bad knee and grimaced in pain.
“You ok?” Melinda asked.
Heather gave a curt nod. Instead of insisting Heather sit down, Melinda placed her iPhone into a speaker and started blasting some Spice Girls. They had adored the girl group back in middle school. Heather had even learned most of the dances from their videos.
Getting to see Melinda on a daily basis would be nice. That was a positive thing. Heather had been trying to count the positive things about her return to Lyndon since she had boarded the plane at O’Hare. So far, she had come up with three: family, old friends, and the old ballet studio.
The small one-bedroom apartment that she stood in was above the studio in fact. That was certainly a positive. It had been a stroke of luck that Heather’s old ballet teacher, Lenora Newsome, had been looking not only for a tenant, but also for someone to help out with teaching classes.
Heather could teach. She couldn’t do much else, but she could teach.
That was Heather’s problem. She could search for the positives all she wanted, but she always ended up being overwhelmed by the negatives. She had been that way her whole life. In school, it had been a strength. She always felt she didn’t know enough, so she pushed herself to study more. She had earned straight A’s simply by telling herself over and over that she was definitely going to fail the next test if she didn’t put in more work.
In ballet, Heather’s tendency to focus on the negative had been more than a strength. It had made her a star. At Juilliard other students had lapped up whatever praise they got and called it a day, but Heather had ignored compliments.
So what if her legs were straight and her arms were elegant? Her turns had been wobbly and she had rushed through half the dance. So she would do it again and again until she was perfect.
Her classmates had told her to chill out. They had suggested she take a night off, come out for drinks, try relaxing for a change. Heather had mastered the art of politely turning such invites down. She told herself it would all be worth it when she was the best.
And she had been the best. Until the injury.
Now she didn’t know what she was.
Looking back, she wasn’t even sure if it had all been worth it.
“So you definitely don’t need all these winter coats,” Melinda said. “That’s a total plus!”
Heather grinned. She could always count on Melinda to get excited about the small things. She was right. The mild weather in Lyndon, with its flat expanse right between San Diego and LA, was far more forgiving than the Chicago winters.
Heather didn’t have the heart to tell Melinda that she kind of liked the winter. The chilly air and snowstorms made curling up at home with some tea and a good book that much more enjoyable.
After the two friends had made some headway with unpacking, Heather checked her watch and announced she had to head out for dinner at her parent’s house in fifteen.
“Cool,” Melinda said. “I’m free tomorrow afternoon to help you finish.”
“Thanks, girl, I really appreciate it,” Heather said.
“And then once you’re settled, I am taking you out,” Melinda said. “Seriously, you look like you have not had a good time in a while.”
Heather laughed. She appreciated Melinda, but she didn’t think she would be up for a wild weekend any time soon.
The two girls perched on the futon they had finished putting together.
“It’s a good apartment,” Heather said. “Once I get settled, I think I’ll be ok.”
“I hope so,” Melinda said. “I’ve been worried about you since the fall.”
“I didn’t fall,” Heather said. “I was dropped.”
Melinda raised her eyebrows. Even Heather was surprised by the iciness in her own voice. She couldn’t help it though. When she remembered that night and how it had felt to tumble through empty air, how she had known before she even hit the stage floor that it was going to be bad...the memory made her throat freeze up.
She couldn’t cry now. She had already cried enough.
It had been in the final act of Swan Lake. After years of hard work and dedication, Heather had been the lead role at the Chicago Ballet. Every little girl who took ballet classes dreamed of playing the Swan Princess and Heather had been that. She relished every night she got to step out on to the stage with her white wings.
Pasha had been a good prince. Young and not as experienced, but talented. His work ethic, however, left some things to be desired. Heather had asked him to practice that lift more. But he had insisted it was good enough.
“I could do it in my sleep, babe,” he had said with an arrogant grin.
Heather wished she had locked him in the studio with her to practice. But she hadn’t. And the performance had been fine for the first few weeks.
Then Pasha got sloppy. After the thrill of opening night, after the rave reviews had come in, Pasha hadn’t been as careful. He had indulged in a few late nights and he had shown up late to call times.
Heather was convinced that he hadn’t been totally stretched that night. When he lifted her up, she had felt his arms shake and his torso wobble. He hadn’t been balanced and Heather had no time to save herself.
When she hit the ground, she felt her knee give out. The entire audience had gasped. One woman had even shrieked.
Heather didn’t need their reactions to gauge the severity of the incident. She knew her own body well. She had known how bad it was as soon as it happened.
One the way to the hospital, she couldn’t stop crying.
“I know it hurts a lot,” an EMT had said.
Heather hadn’t been able to explain that she wasn’t crying over the physical pain. She was crying because she knew she was never going to dance Swan Lake again.
Heather felt Melinda’s hand reach out and touch her shoulder. The gesture pulled Heather out of her dark thoughts and back to the present.
“It’s been hard,” Heather said.
“You gotta just keep moving forward,” Melinda said.
“I know,” Heather said. “I don’t know what’s next, but I know I can figure it out from here.”
As soon as she got to her parent’s house for dinner, a bit of tension left Heather. Lisa and Conner Carlson had lived in Lyndon their whole lives. Their house was tucked away on a side street where it was quiet but not too far from the center of town.
Conner wrapped his oldest daughter in a huge hug as soon as she got in the door, even though he had already seen her earlier that day when he picked her up from the airport.
“Hi, Dad,” Heather said.
“Your mom is making salmon,” her dad said. “Your favorite.”
With a colossal amount of noise, Heather’s little sister Mischa came pounding down the stairs. Like Heather, Mischa had long brown hair, brown eyes, and a tall frame, but the similarities ended there.
While Heather walked with the natural grace of a born dancer, Mischa was always hopping and bouncing around. Heather was quiet and prone to long silences, especially in a crowd, but Mischa was always chattering. Despite their differences, or perhaps because of them, the sisters got on well.
Mischa had stayed around Lyndon after college since she dreamed of opening up her own bakery with her childhood friend.
When Heather entered the kitchen, her mother looked up from the stove and gave Heather a soft smile.
“How are you?” her mother asked.
“I’m good.”
Her parents kept looking at her with concern and Heather sighed. She was grateful that they cared, but too many people were treating her like a lost child.
“Seriously, I’m fine,” Heather said. “Tell me everything I’ve missed out on in Lyndon.”
Her family was all too happy to catch Heather up. As they settled around the table, her mother talked about the gardening club she had just joined and her dad told a story about the big rivalry in his softball league.
“You should have seen the game last week,” her dad said. “The other team
even recruited that huge guy from that biker club—”
Her father trailed off as Heather’s mom gave him a look. Heather studied her plate. Her dad was referring to the Heavy Hogs and she had once known every detail about “that biker club.” She had dated a guy in high school who was part of it. Actually, he was more than just “a guy.” Hayden Russel had once been everything to her.
She didn’t know why her parents still thought she was sensitive about it. That was ancient history. She smiled at her dad.
“So who ended up winning the game?” she asked.
Her dad launched back into the story.
Heather had to admit, she had missed some parts of small-town life. While walking down the street in Chicago, she had felt adrift in a sea of strangers. Of course, when she was on stage, she felt alive, but the rest of the time she had been overwhelmed by the massive city.
After dinner, Mischa promised the pie she had popped in the oven would be ready soon. While Lisa and Conner cleaned up, Heather wandered into the living room.
Her breath exited her lungs when she saw the framed photos covering nearly an entire wall. Highlights from her career: a photo of her all dolled up for her senior year recital at Juilliard, a picture of her on stage in her first professional gig, a photo of her mid-leap in another production, looking like she would never come back down to earth.
And then a photo from Swan Lake. Heather was touched to see that next to it, her parents had cut out the newspaper clipping of the first review in the Chicago Tribune and framed it as well. The headline read: Heather Carlson in Swan Lake is a Revelation.
“Hey, sweetheart.”
Heather turned to see that her father had walked up behind her.
“Do you know which one is my favorite?” he asked.
Heather shook her head. Her dad smiled and pointed to a photo all the way on the end. Heather was fourteen years old, and she was the Sugar Plum Fairy in a local production of The Nutcracker. Even after all these years, Heather could remember the joy of that night. Her face seemed to glow with happiness.
“But I hope you know,” her dad said. “You’re more than just a dancer.”
“Really?” Heather asked.
“Sweetheart, of course,” he said. “That kid in that Sugar Plum Fairy outfit, I knew she was amazing in so many ways. She was smart and determined. When she set her mind to something, everybody had to look out.”
Heather blinked away tears and smiled at her father. How lucky she was to be surrounded by such a loving family.