Colton's Salvation: A Demented Sons MC Novel
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He laughed at something she said, and when I shouted, “Let’s go, girls!” he looked at me for the first time. When our eyes met, I felt my girly parts tingle and my breath caught for a second.
Wow. Did I really just feel that shit?
I saw his eyebrow raise and his eyes slide leisurely up and down my body. Like what you see, sexy? I winked and headed out to the limo, adding a little extra sway to my ass. I had no intention of hooking up with one of Reaper’s friends, but Hollywood was panty melting hot and if he was going to look then, hey… so I strutted as I approached the limo, sat on the seat just inside the door, and slid my legs in slowly, one at a time. I knew he was watching, and it gave me a sense of empowerment I hadn’t felt in a long while.
Tonight was going to be fun. I planned to find some sexy hunk of anonymous man to scratch my itch, so to speak, and call it a good night. As they say, what happens in Vegas, stays in Vegas. With each sip of my champagne, I felt myself breaking out of the stifling shell I had built around myself over the last few years.
Yes, it was going to be a good night. I could feel it in my bones.
I was so fucking happy for my buddy, Reaper, and his girl, Steph. After all the hell he had been through, he deserved someone like her. It was crazy that she was the same girl he had carried around on that old useless cell phone through our last deployment together. Who would have thought they would find each other, again? Some crazy shit. They were fucking insane about each other and had the cutest little girl I had seen in a long time. Shit, they were gonna be in trouble with that little one someday. I laughed to myself at the thought. Better them than me.
Vegas was a well-deserved and much needed vacation for all the brothers and me. Things had gone well with the drop-off a few months ago, despite shit going down with Reaper’s old lady and him having to miss it all. Thankfully, we hadn’t needed him, but I had taken over just in case. I was a pretty good fucking shot, too, even if I had been his spotter and he was the sniper back in our Army Ranger days.
We had been a really tight pair when we were together in the Army. Shit as a sniper team, you had to be. Then, we lost touch for a while after we both got out. Before I left for home, I’d begged him to come back to Iowa with me, but he said he needed to get his head straight first. I figured he would contact me when he was ready, but I never hear from him and his number had been disconnected. So I had followed my plan by beginning the prospect phase with the Demented Sons MC and found him again, thanks to Hacker’s mad skills on the computer. When I went down to Texas to pick up a bike for a customer, I stopped by his place. Fuck, I was glad I got him to come back with me, because honestly, I don’t think that poor bastard would be alive today if I hadn’t. He was a fucking mess. We both had been, but luckily I had my family and the MC, whereas he’d had no one. I loved him like a blood brother, probably even deeper than my love for the rest of the brothers in the MC. Reaper and I’d been through a lot of shit together, though, like life and death shit overseas. That tended to bring people pretty fucking close.
It was good to see Kristina again. She was witty and funny, and she always made me laugh. She was also fucking smoking, and at one time, I would have loved to have gotten a piece of her gorgeous little ass. Lord knew I chased it for an entire week while Steph was in the hospital and she was Steph’s nurse. Of course, she just laughed at me and brushed me off. Every fucking time. It really was a blow to my ego, I’m telling you. When she finally told me she was dating someone though, I backed off, keeping it to harmless flirting. Maybe most guys would have gone after her anyway, but not me. My sister’s husband had fucked around on her, and I watched her fall apart and sink into a deep depression before finally dragging herself back out of it. It took her forever to move on after divorcing his stupid ass. I vowed to her that I would never fuck around with a married woman or wreck a relationship. Not just because of the hurt it caused, but because it went against the grain. My own personal experience with getting shafted was one I would never put on anyone. Fuck that shit. Another reason I shied away from relationships. Too much bullshit.
When I heard Becca, the maid of honor, round the girls up to leave, I looked over and holy shit. What a fucking beauty. She looked straight at me, and I felt my heart jump and send a current straight to my dick. I grinned at her and gave her “the look” that had never failed me in the past.
She was a straight fucking knock-out. I always had a thing for redheads, and she had a deep, rich auburn head of curls that begged to have a man’s hands buried in it. Twisted in it. The thought of those plump, red lips wrapped around my dick made my grin even bigger. As my gaze wandered down over the red dress she’d poured her sexy ass into, I wondered if her tits would pop out if she took too deep of a breath, ’cause I would sure as shit like to be around to see that. She had nice curvy hips that were perfect for grabbing onto when… yeah, sorry, my mind went there. All the time. It’s just one of those things I’ve never been able to help. Beautiful women were my addiction and I made sure they were well satisfied when they were with me. She also had toned and tanned legs that I knew would wrap around me perfectly, and could I please have her leave the heels on while she did it? Damn.
She winked at me and I knew she saw me checking her fine ass out. I didn’t give a fuck. As she shook that ass and climbed into the limo, the last thing I saw were her long legs sliding in. Jesus. She was stunning and I thought if it was my lucky night, she would be mine. I felt a “challenge accepted” smirk spread across my face. If I played my cards right, she would be screaming my name by the end of the night. After all, this was Vegas right?
First, thank you to my husband who has supported me through every decision I have made over the years. When I told him I was writing a book, he not only encouraged me, but suffered through reading the first few chapters, even though this is definitely not his type of book! Thank you for your unfailing belief in my ability to fulfill what seems like a life-long dream of becoming an author. Thank you for loving me and for your patience during the late nights of my bedside light being on and my fingers pounding the keys while I sat in bed typing because I couldn’t go to sleep without getting my thoughts down.
Next, thank you to my fellow author, Sybil Bartel, an amazingly talented author who answered question after question, motivated and guided me through this insane journey. She led me to Clarise Tan of CT Cover Creations who worked diligently with me to create the perfect cover which portrayed Colton exactly as I imagined him, and to all the awesome ladies at Hot Tree Editing - Virginia and Barbara you did a great job of catching my oopsies and ensuring I wasn’t being ridiculously repetitive.
Also, a huge thank you to my good friends Penny, Larisa and Sherry - who were my proofreaders and motivators through this entire journey. I really don’t know if I could have finished this book without you! And thank you to the “M.P.P. Group” who diligently read each section as I released it to offer me their encouragement, thoughts, and criticisms, which helped this book be better for their efforts.
Last but never least, a massive thank you to America’s servicemen and women who protect our freedom on a daily basis. They do their duty, leaving their families for weeks, months, and years at a time, without asking for praise or thanks. I would also like to remind the readers that not all combat injuries are visible nor do they heal easily. These silent, wicked injuries wreak havoc on their minds and hearts while we go about our days completely oblivious.
Kristine Allen lives in beautiful Central Texas with her adoring husband. They have four brilliant, wacky and wonderful children. She is surrounded by twenty six acres, where her seven horses, six dogs and three cats run the place. Kristine realized her dream of becoming a contemporary romance author after years of reading books like they were going out of style and having her own stories running rampant through her head. She works as a nurse, but in stolen moments, taps out ideas and storylines until they culminate in characters and plots that pull her readers in and keep them entranced for hours.
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