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Dedication
This is a long one, but it’s my first book. It is the fulfillment of a dream so please forgive me. I promise to try and shorten the next.
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I thank God for letting me do this, because it was a struggle in a lot of ways, but it’s truly a dream come true.
To my husband I love you.
To my gorgeous daughter, Amber, your support and encouragement mean more than I could ever tell you. You amaze me daily.
To my best friend, Kurt Gangluff, sadly there’s no Rooster in this book, but there is so much love for you.
There are so many people to thank in getting this book out to the public. Treini Joris Johnson was a co-winner in a contest in naming a drink and thus Dragon’s Balls were a part of the book, thank you girl!
I must give thanks to the many authors who encouraged me.
Sabrina Paige, you made me believe when I didn’t. I hope I don’t disappoint you. https://www.facebook.com/pages/Sabrina-Paige/1503278426560082
Leslie Wilder you are a friend for life. Thank you doesn’t cover it. I love you. https://www.facebook.com/AuthorLeslieWilder
Cora your guidance has been instrumental in this release. Thank you. https://www.facebook.com/CoraBrentAuthor
Kathryn Kelly I am forever in your debt. https://www.facebook.com/AuthorKathrynKelly
Xavier Neal woman, I just love you COMPLETELY. https://www.facebook.com/XavierNealAuthorPage
A.C. Bextor you reaffirm that there are truly good people in this world. I love your face. https://www.facebook.com/pages/AC-Bextor/608704002555686
RB Hilliard, thank you again seems to fall short, but I do. https://www.facebook.com/pages/RB-Hilliard/202972463220249
NB Baker, had I not met you, I would have never written this book, you inspire me. https://www.facebook.com/AuthorNBBaker
Elle Raven you took time out of your horrifically busy schedule to encourage me, as Dragon says, my love for you goes all the way to the marrow of my bones. https://www.facebook.com/elleravenauthor
Ryder Dane, I love you with all my heart. Sometimes that’s all you can say. https://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=100004165156848&fref=ts
Nina Levine you are an inspiration and have such a giving spirit and warm heart. I love you. https://www.facebook.com/AuthorNinaLevine
Kathy Coopmans you gave me courage to try. Thank you for living your dream, and inspiring me to do the same. https://www.facebook.com/AuthorKathyCoopmans
KT Fisher I just love you. That’s all. https://www.facebook.com/Kellie.T.Fisher?fref=ts
Evie Harper you make me laugh, you make me smile. Your writing is amazing. Thank you for everything, sweet girl. https://www.facebook.com/EvieHarperAuthor
I could go on as there are so many authors that have given me courage to try my dream Rie Warren, Stevie J. Cole, Angel Bales, Glenna Maynard, Vivian Lux, Honey Palomino, Joanna Blake, Savannah Morgan, CA Harms, J.C. Cliff, Autumn Jones Lake, Shantaye Brown, Sarah Grimm Mia Sheridan, Jenika Snow, Sam Crescent…seriously I am blessed to know each of these ladies and you should DEFINITELY check out their amazing books.
My amazing Street Team, Jordan’s Badass Bitches are just that, BADASS. Jennifer Z, Erin, Melony, Kim M, Lindsay, Lee Anne, Ash, Kimberly, Mindy, Jen S., Terra, Penny, Jen W., Cindi, Fran, Christy, Heather, Tami C, Tammie S, Jeneane, Mandie, Krissy, Sophia, Stephanie, Sophie, Chastity, Katrina, Tina, Ana, Tamara, Ashleigh, Mayra, Toni, Sheila, Nicole, Porchia, Terry, Krystal, Jamie, Jacinda Amber, LaVida, Desire, Jessica, Staci, Amanda, Francesca, Leslie H., Rachelle, Rosemarie and Karensa. May we take this ride and many more together I love you and thank you for all the messages, encouraging words, and smiles.
Olivia R, thank you for overseeing my ST pimping, you are appreciated woman and Jennifer Z thank you for keeping me sane so I can write; big love women!
To online (especially those I think of as mine) bloggers I am in awe of you women. You take time out of your busy lives to share your love of books and authors with the world.
Mia Sheridan, thank you for your kind donation towards my release party. Your talent is only surpassed by your amazing, giving heart. Thank you for reaching out and talking to a crazy fan like me.
Rie Warren, Sarah Grimm and Kimberly Beale, thank you for your donation for the release party and for your support in helping to get Dragon out there.
Fran Owen you are an amazing Editor, but more importantly you have been so great to encourage me and keep me going. I’m so thankful to have you in my corner.
Jess Peterson my friend, support system, emergency panic squelcher, and awesome PA, your hard work and contribution were instrumental in letting Dragon see the light of day. My appreciation can’t be stated enough. You gave and worked selflessly—while in pain, I am blessed to have you in my life, I love you woman. BIG.
Jen W. you held my hand and you worked your butt off to help me get Dragon out there. I love you is all I can say.
Jeneane, Mandie, Tammie, Tami and Toni from day one you held my hand. I love you beyond words.
Angel and Mary you two girls rock so much thank you for all your help for all authors and just being awesome and for doing what you do. You girls amaze me.
MC Rocker Reader the same goes for you. Thank you for supporting Indie and Self publishing authors everywhere.
Christy Armes and Cassandra Mac Rae you girls are crazy and I love you. Thanks for adding me to your little group and for your friendship.
My beta group, what can I say? You are AMAZEBALLS.
Traci Roe, Tami Czenkus, Mindy and Jennifer Mitchell thank you for your last minute help! I owe you women B-I-G!<
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On a special note, Erin Osborn inspired the beautiful words about the city of Detroit. I’m so proud you are my friend.
To the authors I didn’t mention because there was just never a moment I could think of you all. You have been wonderful to me and I thank you.
Finally, to all the readers who take a chance on an unknown and get to know Detroit ‘Dragon’ West and his spunky better half Nicole, may you fall in love with them as much as I did. May you be intrigued enough to learn more about the men of the Savage MC.
Jordan
Table of Contents
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
Chapter 17
Chapter 18
Chapter 19
Chapter 20
Chapter 21
Chapter 22
Chapter 23
Chapter 24
Chapter 25
Chapter 26
Chapter 27
Chapter 28
Chapter 29
Dancer Prologue
Dancer Chapter 1
Playlist
Breaking Dragon
Savage Brothers MC Series
Book 1
By: Jordan Marie
Chapter 1
Nicole
It’s Sunday. That shouldn’t be a momentous thing because you get one of those every week, if you’re lucky enough to survive. Still it is. It is because today is the day that Dani and I are picking up the last of our boxes and moving out of Blade. Blade, Kentucky was a small hole in the wall with less than one hundred people living there. Bet you didn’t know places like that existed, did you? Well they do. We have a city hall, one bank, a gas station-outlet tobacco store and a volunteer fire department. That’s the grand total of all the buildings in Blade. The few kids that live in Blade are driven by their parents to a school one county over. I’ve lived here my entire life and even though it may sound like it, I’m not really complaining. I love Blade. It’s living with my parents I don’t enjoy.
My parents really shouldn’t have settled down here. After all, there are no country clubs, no private dining facilities, none of the amenities befitting their station. Yes, that is sarcasm you detect. Those were words I’ve heard a million times coming from my mother’s lips; lips that had never kissed the top of my head when I was sad, nor spoke words of encouragement when I failed, lips that have been painted deep ruby red for as long as I could remember and brought to mind a cold and lifeless corpse.
You might be realizing there is no love loss between my mother and me—you would be right. The simple truth is my parents remain in Blade because my dad, Marcus Samuel Wentworth the second, owns the sole bank in the city and the one in the neighboring area of Burkesville. Here, my parents are important, specifically my mother. If she moved away, she would lose that distinction and Gwyneth couldn’t handle that. Father too for that matter, he was a step or two up from mother dear, but that’s not really saying much. Sometimes, I wonder how I could be their daughter. I would have thought I was adopted except for my hair. The dirty-blonde hair I have is the same color as my mother’s. For that reason alone, I put dark caramel color through it, darkening it so that now it looks nothing like hers. She hated it. I celebrated it.
I’m getting all dragged down talking about the parental units. That’s enough to depress me and that can’t happen on this awesome day. Today, Dani and I are moving to London, Kentucky. See? Momentous!
Okay, well it isn’t that far away to be honest, but it is at least three hours and that’s good for now. It’s a two bedroom house on the outskirts of the city and it’ll be far away from my parents. Dani and I have jobs. I’m going to be a waitress at the Wolves Den, she will be dancing. I’d never have the nerve to dance for several reasons. First, Dani makes me brave, but she can’t make me believe I don’t have mega flaws. Dani is drop dead gorgeous. Me? That’s reason number two, I have boobs that are a little too large, and my ass is just a tad too wide. My thighs aren’t my favorite thing ever. I’m a size fourteen. I’ll never fit into Dani’s size eights. I used to want to but as I got older I decided I like who I am well enough. So screw it. Plus, I’m pretty outspoken at times, but I’m way too freaking shy to be a dancer. My girl makes me brave, but there’s not anyone able to make me brave enough to bare my boobs and ass to a bunch of strangers. It’s going to be hard enough getting used to the mini booty shorts and black tank that shows way too much of the aforementioned boobs, but I’m determined.
I want to branch out into real life and live. So I’ve made the decision to not let my conscience get the better of me and just experience the different things that are out there. It’s silly and a decision that may bite me in the ass.
I’ve never really been the type to want to go to college. That’s an issue my parents bring up regularly---as just another one of my failures among a long list. I’ve never really had aspirations to do something with my life other than enjoy it. Maybe I’ll make plans later on. I don’t know and frankly at twenty-four I probably should, but I don’t really care right now. It took too long to break away from Blade. I’ll figure it out as I go along.
“Woo!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!” Dani hollers as we’re speeding down the interstate in my convertible Mercedes.
Her hands are waving in the air and I can’t help but laugh over the pounding of the radio. I love my car. It’s a shit hot baby blue Mercedes E350 Convertible and it’s the only thing my parents gave me that I love. It’s the last gift they gave me. It was when I was graduating from high school and they still thought they had a chance of molding me into who they thought I should be. Luckily, it was in my name and paid for when they gave me the keys. One month later, they found out I wouldn’t be going to college to find myself a future doctor or lawyer as a husband. Yes, that was the reason given for why I should enroll in college. I refused, and then I was pretty much cut off. Luckily, I had Dani. She had always been there for me. We were as different as night and day and honestly, there is no reason why Dani and I are friends. Some things just happen. Dani walks to the beat of her own drum. She is a force of nature, a hurricane, a category five hurricane. She inspires me. She scares me. She makes me happy. I love her. She took me in and I lived with her and her brother Roy, who was a nice guy and cute as hell. Too bad he was also gay. That was just my luck.
We did okay there, working to save every bit of money we could until we had enough to make a big move. Three hours away might not be a big move for some, but it sure as hell was for us. We pooled our money and had the rent paid for three months plus the safety deposit. We had enough to stock the fridge good and live and pay utilities until we got paid from our new jobs. Roy had a friend who worked as a manager for Wolves Den and got us interviews. We nailed the jobs and told them we needed two weeks to give our former employers notice. We didn’t really, but it takes time to move and get settled. It happened so quickly once we made the decision, that my head is still kind of dizzy, but I’m happy. I looked over at my best friend for life and smiled—really happy.
“Hey, I’m thirsty!” Dani hollered.
“We’re just thirty minutes or so away!” I yelled back, not crazy about stopping.
“Big damn deal, let’s get some drinks and chocolate girl!” She yelled back.
I frowned and looked down at my gas gauge. I could use some gas. I gave my signal to get over and took the upcoming exit. We had to take it anyway to get to where our new home would be. So off I go. We pulled into the first gas station I saw. I cut the engine off and pushed my hands through my hair shaking it out, because hello, interstate driving, convertible. Enough said.
“Whatcha’ want bitch?”
Dani asked and I shake my head at her. She’s yelling over the music. Ludacris is blasting through the speakers.
“Pepsi, fountain if they have it,” I yell back, looking around. I notice there’s a bunch of men on bikes by the entrance, and they’re looking over at us laughing as I open the door, cutting off Ludacris as he screams out about his woman riding his dick. I can feel the heat rising up in my face and turn my eyes from them immediately. Shit!
Our “on the road” play list is very eclectic and the Ludacris’ offering is one of Dani’s choices. Don’t get me wrong, I like it. I like a bit of naughty and I like the beat, but it’s not my usual thing. Lorde’s Team is next. That’s me, but what the hell. I don’t know the men that are laughing, maybe they aren’t even laughing at me. It felt like they were though. I hate this about me. I am so self-conscious I automatically take things personally and find myself lacking. Dani isn’t like that. She’d flip the bikers off and go about her business. I wanted to be like that. I just had never achieved it. They are laughing harder now, but I turn around to the pump and run my card through and ignore them. In my mind I’m wondering if my ass is hanging out of my cut offs and if that’s why they are laughing. Can they see the small catsup stain on my pink shirt from the fries we had shared in the car earlier? I set the pump to go on its own and start cleaning the trash out of the car. I’m mostly trying to keep myself busy and ignoring the bikers. It takes awhile; my conclusion is that my girl and I are pigs.
I walk over to the garbage can and throw the crap in. When a deep gravelly voice from behind me sends chills up my back.
“Damn I’ve heard of it, but I don’t think I’ve ever seen it.” I turn slowly and look up to see one of the bikers standing in front me. I bite my lip and move back a small step. I ground my teeth into one corner of my lip and my hands go to the back pockets of my shorts as I take him in, and damn there is a lot to take in. Holy Mother of God, standing before me is a man that towers over me. He’s at least a good 6’4” or 6’5”. His mocha skin glistens in the sun and he’s wearing a black t-shirt that’s worn to the point it’s almost gray, and over that he has on a leather vest. Weird, because it’s like eighty freaking degrees today, but I can’t deny it’s sexy. I think maybe he could wear a feed sack and it’d be sexy.
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