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  Sinful Biker

  Stepbrother Biker Romance

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  Terri Lane

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  Sinful Biker

  Bonus Full Length Stories

  A Billionaire’s Agreement

  Aligning Planets

  Forever Yours

  Forbidden Love

  Charming Single Dad

  Son of an Alien Prince

  Never Yours - Medical Romance

  Mated To Twin Dragon Princes

  A True Billionaire’s Heart

  Big Bad Bodyguard - Bodyguard Romance

  Terraformed Skies

  Princess for Them - FFF Romance

  Taken by the Aliens

  Cosmically Yours

  Healing the Alien’s Heart

  Tempted by a Single Dad - Billionaire Romance

  Shadows - MC Biker Romance

  Playing Hard

  Learning with the Dragons

  Brother Blues - Stepbrother MC Biker

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  Chapter 1

  Karly

  As the world passed me by, slowly turning from a green luscious countryside to the big gray city, I couldn’t help but wonder if I’d done the right thing or not. I could’ve stayed in the home that I’d always known, I suppose. I could’ve remained in the home that I’d grown up in, that I’d spent the last few years caring for my mother in, but something about the whole scenario just didn’t feel right to me.

  Maybe I just didn’t want to be alone in a home with so many memories with my mother–happy ones, before she got sick. Maybe I didn’t want to stick in a small town where everyone I knew had either moved on or no longer bothered with me because I couldn’t have the active social life that they did. Not with a sick person relying solely on me. Or maybe it was the thought that I just couldn’t support myself and pay the rent on my meagre wages alone. I feared it wouldn’t be long before I ended up out on the streets.

  I hadn’t expected my father to turn up to mom’s funeral. Since he hadn’t seen me in the entire nineteen years I’d been alive it felt like just something else he’d avoid, but someone must’ve told him, because whether he was welcome or not, he turned up to pay his respects.

  It was there he offered me a home to live.

  Of course at first I adamantly refused. Why would I want to live with someone that I didn’t know, a man who seemed to have a lot of everything unlike me? I didn’t want to uproot my slightly uncomfortable existence to go and live in the city with a family I’d had no idea about. I figured that I wouldn’t go however desperate I became.

  But I did get desperate, and I felt vulnerable and incredibly alone. Soon his constant stream of phone calls, the fact that he finally seemed to want to get to know me, wore me down. I wasn’t sure quite when I’d agreed to make the big move, all I was certain of was that it was happening.

  I was going to live with my wealthy investment banker father, his ex-model of a wife, and their son who was a little older than me. Sounded awesome…not.

  Still, I hoped it would be a stepping stone to bigger and better things. After all, as sad as I still was about losing my mom last year, she wouldn’t want me to mope forever. She would want me to leave the small town behind, to make new friends, to get a job, to have a life, to fall in love…

  Not that love was something that had ever been in my life before. Or lust, not really. I’d had one terrible kiss and fumble with Michael from the year ahead of me in school, but that was bad enough to put me off. Then I became a full-time care giver, and it just wasn’t a priority anymore.

  No, what I hoped to do was live with my dad for a month or so, while I got everything else worked out, then I could leave him behind and never see him again if I didn’t want to.

  As the train pulled into the station, I sighed loudly as I grabbed my suitcase containing the only belongings I bothered to bring with me. I never was a materialistic person really, but if this was going to be a fresh start then I needed to get new things. All my old stuff wasn’t worthy anymore…well, except for the photographs and the stuff containing sentimental value.

  “Karly!” my name bellowed across the station. “Karly Rose, I’m here!”

  It was the guy in the crispest suit that was waving manically to me, the man who was my complete opposite in every single way. If it wasn’t for the fact that we shared high cheekbones, plump lips, and round brown eyes, I might be pushed to assume that he wasn’t my father after all.

  I lifted my hand into an awkward half wave, but Dad had different ideas. He raced to my side and pulled me in for a very uncomfortable hug which I instantly wanted to get away from. DNA shared didn’t mean we had a bond, and that was because of the almost two decades apart.

  “Let me take your case,” he fussed. “Come on, the car is waiting. Shelley is so excited to see you, she’s even cooked a lovely family dinner for your first night, and Leo said he would come around too. We see less and less of him these days, so that will be nice.”

  “I don’t want any fuss…” my words were instantly drowned out by my dad and his attempts at trying way too hard.

  “I have your room all set up for you too, I’m sure you’ll like it…”

  He talked all the way to the car, then as we drove through the city, totally ignoring the fact that I wasn’t replying to him. It seemed that guilt had a tight grip on him and he was trying to make up for all the years of saying nothing. What he didn’t seem to understand was that I didn’t want any of that. I just wanted things to be as normal as they could be. I’d already spent a lot of years with a weird life, now I wanted a plain and simple one.

  As we finally pulled up to a house that I didn’t think I’d ever be able to call my own, my eyes widened in surprise. Not only was it the nicest place that I’d ever seen in my life, much bigger than the apartment I’d always existed in, but the two people standing outside threw me too.

  Shelley was just about as glamorous as I was expecting in a skin tight red dress to show off her very obvious boob job, but then there was her son. From what I could see he had dark hair and dark features, tattoos covering all his skin, and a leather jacket that hung from his body in a way that I’d never seen before.

  Everything about him screamed ‘danger’ and that caused my stomach to tie up in complex knots. Maybe this was a massive mistake after all…

  Chapter 2

  Leo

  With my arms folded across my chest and my eyebrows raised high, I waited for my fucked-up family to finally become complete in a screwy little reunion. The step-sister was coming, Hank’s daughter that me and mom didn’t even know existed until last year when her mother died.

  Just another way that Hank was an asshole.

  Hank and Mom got together seven years ago wh
en I was thirteen, then they married two years later. There was no sign of this kid then…but to be honest she got off lightly. It was one of those shitty ‘look how much money we have’ affairs that I truly fucking hate.

  “This is bullshit, Mom, I don’t even know why I have to be here,” I whined, sounding more like the bratty teenage version of myself with every passing second. “I don’t know why I have to be here, it’s not like I’m going to get to know the kid. I’m never around.”

  “Oh shush,” mom could only tut in reply. “She isn’t a kid, she’s only a year younger than you. And this means a lot to Hank. He had her when he was young and too ambitious to care about his child. Now he’s got his career established, he’s made his money, and he can finally be a dad.”

  There were so many things wrong with that statement it was utterly ridiculous, but I’d learned that there was no point in voicing any of my opinions. Mom would never hear a bad word said about Hank, she thought the sun shined out his ass, so it was easier for me to keep out of the way. That was what I usually did, and they seemed content with that too. I was only here tonight because it was a ‘special occasion’.

  Soon I’d be gone for good. I would make enough money from my (okay, slightly illegal but who gives a shit?) motorbike racing and in the garage to move out and live by myself. I didn’t care where I ended up living, as long as it was away from these two idiots and I did it by myself. If there was one thing I’d never be it was in debt to them.

  “Oh look, here they are!”

  I rolled my eyes at mom as she waved frantically. She’d even been slaving away in the kitchen all afternoon, acting like the perfect housewife which was utterly absurd. I never understood the point in being fake, the truth would come out eventually anyway. Especially with this one. It wouldn’t take the girl long to recognize what my mom truly was…unless she was thick as shit, in which case I held no sympathy for her whatsoever.

  “For goodness sake, Leo, will you at least smile?”

  I was just about to defend myself, to insist that no I wouldn’t fucking smile when I didn’t feel like it, when the words absolutely died in my throat. She stepped out of the car, her natural red hair flowing down her back, her hazel eyes sparkling with a sense of disbelief. She was wearing a simple tee shirt and skinny jeans combo, but the way it clung to her curves was fantastic.

  I could instantly tell that this girl wasn’t like anyone I’d ever met before. All the women I knew were a lot like me; tattooed with a bad attitude, or gorgeous but they really knew it. None of them were rosy cheeked and actually sweet.

  It was safe to say that I was intrigued, but the thing that got to me the most was the knowledge behind her eyes. She knew that this was all bullshit, just like me. We had something in common already and we hadn’t even spoken yet.

  “What did you say her name was?” I practically whispered as my heartbeat skipped just that little bit faster. “And are you absolutely sure she’s related to Hank?”

  “Karly,” she called out warmly, totally ignoring me. “I hope you’re okay after the long journey. I’ve cooked you a lovely dinner because I know you must be starving.”

  “Erm, yeah, thanks.” She shot her dad an uncertain look which sent laughter bubbling in my chest, almost as if it was ready to explode free from my mouth. “That sounds…lovely.”

  I opened my mouth, almost ready to ask her why she’d bothered coming to this mental house when she clearly didn’t want to, when reality hit. That would be a shitty thing to ask when I recalled the reason; her mother got sick, she looked after her for years, then her mom died. It might’ve been a while ago, but I could recall how long it took me to get over losing my dad, and I was only eight years old at the time. And he hadn’t died, he just didn’t want us anymore.

  Instead I chose to remain silent as I ran my eyes over my new ‘family member’, trying to work out how I was going to act around her. All of a sudden the idea that I wasn’t going to be around enough to get to know her felt absurd.

  I wanted to know everything.

  “Oh, and Karly, this is Leo.” Mom suddenly seemed to remember my existence. “He’s my pain in the ass, but I hardly ever see him anymore.” She smiled and ran her hand over my shaggy hair, clearly trying to embarrass me by acting like I was a child. “So I wouldn’t worry about him too much.”

  Almost as an instinctive reaction I held my hand out to shake hers, and as her fingers slid between mine I felt an electrical sizzle and everything became instantly clear to me. This girl wasn’t my real step-sister, I didn’t even know her until today, so it was perfectly acceptable for me to plough her into next week…or at least until I grew bored of her.

  Oh, it was on, I couldn’t stop myself from smirking when I realized that the game had begun.

  Chapter 3

  Karly

  The hairs stood up on the nape of my neck as I became acutely aware of Leo’s intense gaze on me again. I couldn’t stop myself from shifting where I stood, and that made me feel…odd. I couldn’t really explain the way it made me feel, but it wasn’t anything that I’d ever been through before.

  He’d been strange, ever since we shook hands outside, and I wasn’t sure why. I kept rolling over possibilities in my mind and coming up with nothing. It couldn’t be a jealousy thing for me coming unexpectedly into his family, we were both way too old for that and he really didn’t seem to care, and it couldn’t be a hate thing because we didn’t even know each other. Maybe he was just judging me for looking so plain when he was so clearly making a statement with his own outfit. Maybe he was just that sort of person. Well tough shit, I had no intention of changing for anyone. Even if he saw me as a small town nobody I didn’t care, I’d lived long enough in my own skin to feel comfortable enough within it.

  “So, Karly,” Shelley started, using that infuriatingly kind tone of voice that I just knew wasn’t real. She wanted to put up a front, to ensure that we all got along which was the last thing I needed. “Why don’t you tell us a little about yourself? It’d be lovely to get to know you better. We’ve unfortunately missed out on so much.”

  For some reason I wanted to stir up a reaction in her, I felt compelled to say something shocking to wind her up, and despite the fact that it wasn’t like me at all, I let my mouth get the better of me. “Oh, so you want to know about what you’ve missed?” There was a sneer in my tone, one that I could barely control. “Well, when I was five years old, I had a bust up with my best friend, Lola, that went on for weeks. You wouldn’t believe the classroom politics that surrounded that one.” I just wanted to remind them of the magnitude of everything that my dad hadn’t been around for. “Then, when I was twelve, puberty kicked in and I felt like being a bitch to everyone in sight…” Shelley didn’t look impressed at all, but the snort that came from Leo was unfortunately enough to have me continuing even if it wasn’t the best idea. “Then at sixteen I was fired from my first job because I turned up with a terrible hangover one day. I mean, I puked everywhere.” More laughter, followed by more tutting. “Then I became lost and isolated when all I had was me and Mom.” Uh oh, when did this become a serious thing? And why couldn’t I stop talking? “Then I had to struggle every damn day to keep a roof over our heads while also keeping her alive.” Tears pricked my eyes as my loss overwhelmed me once more. “But it wasn’t enough, and once she was gone I had no one and nothing.”

  A thick silence clung to the air, one that was filled with so many unsaid things it was unbelievable. I found it difficult to breathe, I couldn’t stand it anymore, so I scraped my chair loudly back and made my way to the dining room door. There was no point to this anymore, it wasn’t doing any good. I never wanted to start off on bad terms, but it was too late to change that now. The damage had unfortunately been done.

  “Thank you for dinner, Shelley, but I think I just need a rest. Which one is my bedroom?”

  She could’ve kicked me out at that moment, which might’ve been what I was angling for, but from somewhere deep
down she managed to muster up just enough dignity to answer me in a nice way. “It’s the first one on the left at the top of the stairs. I’ll get Leo to drag up your suitcase later.”

  I was too drained in every single way to carry on, so I trudged my weary body up the stairs and I crashed hard onto the bed without even bothering to look around to get to know my new surroundings. I just needed to sleep this off, just for a moment. I figured that maybe after a nap I’d be able to look at things with a much clearer head…

  But the funny thing was, however tired I felt, my wired brain wouldn’t shut off for long enough for me to get any shut eye, instead it whirred around and around, trying to figure out what it was about Leo. He had me intrigued in a way that maybe I shouldn’t have been.

  The thing was, he was very clearly a good-looking guy, even if he wasn’t my type (not that I’d been with enough men to know what ‘my type’ was, or if I even had one). His dark hair was cool, his tattoos were kinda sexy, and he had a rugged look that women probably went wild for…but he was dangerous in every single way too. He was the sort of man you had a wild, rebound fling with before finding the nice guy to settle down with…probably. If you were that sort of person.

  Anyway, that wasn’t the issue. I desperately needed to know what his problem was with me, why he felt the need to keep looking at me in that way. Maybe it was a really good thing that he was hardly ever around, so I wouldn’t need to wonder too much after all. It would soon all be irrelevant.

  “Karly?” All of a sudden I heard his bemused voice outside my bedroom door, which bolted me into an upright position. Being around him with other people there was hard enough. How the hell was I supposed to speak to him alone. “Karly, can I bring this case in or are you naked?”

  “No,” I shot back a bit too quickly. “No, I’m not.” And then the door swung open…