Keeping Her - Jordan Marie

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This will be my first book that I released without Susan Frank in my corner. I won’t lie. Her loss shook me and left an emptiness that I’m having trouble wrapping my head around.

I hate cancer. I hate that it has the ability to destroy lives and to extinguish lights that we need—especially in today’s world.

Spread love. The world has too little of it now, and life is way too fragile.

RIP Susan. Until we meet again and hug it out.

J

Blurb

One kiss from those cherry lips and I knew she was meant to be mine.

I’m claiming her and I won’t be letting her go.

Luke “Grunt” Stafford had one job. He didn’t like it, but when your President gives you an order you usually follow it.

He didn’t plan on the feisty redhead that showed up and rocked his world.

Jasmine Blake knows how her family and friends see her.

They think she’s a wild child rebelling from her parents.

It’s not true, but Jasmine has no idea how to explain herself. Being the daughter of Dancer, Savage MC Vice President, is anything but easy. So, after a while, she gave up trying.

Luke caught her eye immediately. She’d sworn off men, but something about him made it impossible for her to stay away.

Luke and Jasmine both have secrets though.

And they just might be enough to get them both killed.

1

Grunt

This was a bad idea.

I knew it, but it was like being caught in a fucking tornado on the freeway. You could hide in a fucking ditch, but there wasn’t much you could do to stop the shit-storm headed your way.

“Here they come,” Jonesy says, and you could hear the anticipation in his voice.

He loves this shit, and it definitely shows. Me? I’ve got zero taste for it. I support my club, I do what I have to do to keep our territory ours, and the money coming in. This petty fucking shit? Not my cup of tea. Some young punk had to go and piss off Ford, our Prez.

You can’t do that shit. Ford was a big guy. He probably tipped the scales at three hundred. Sure, he had some meat on his bones, but he also had muscle. That made him formidable enough, but when you added in his short fuse, you had a recipe for disaster. Ford’s temper was scary as fuck. There’s not much in this world I’m afraid of. I don’t even think you could say I was afraid of Ford, but I fucking knew to be cautious around him. He’s an asshole. He’s fair for the most part and he takes care of the men in his club, but he is still an asshole. Then again, most of us are—maybe that’s why we chose this lifestyle.

“Jesus,” I hiss as I get a look at the girl in question.

“Damn,” Jonesy whistles. “She’s a dead ringer for Lyla isn’t she?”

“She sure as hell is pretty damn close,” I admit, although I can see a few differences.

Lyla is Ford’s daughter. There are few things in this life that Ford will admit to caring about. The club, Demon Chasers MC, and his daughter are the only two. He protects them fiercely. Lyla is his pride and his only child. She’s eighteen, but she might as well be six to Ford. In his eyes, she will never grow up—which is bad fucking news. Because Lyla has grown up. She’s gorgeous and boys have been sniffing around her for a while. There’s only thing that’s stopped them from stepping up to try and get her. Ford.

Certainly, that’s why none of the younger guys in the club have tried. The rest of us view her as either a kid sister or a niece. She’s family. That’s why so many of us are pissed. Lyla has been crying for a fucking month over some little sniveling asshole. My call would have been to hunt down the little dick-weed and teach him a lesson about hurting women. Ford? Well, our Prez might be a fair man and make good decisions ninety-nine percent of the time. It’s that small amount of time when he goes unhinged that gets all of our asses in a sling, and when it comes to his little girl hurting…

He’s definitely fucking unhinged.

He’s determined to bring the little punk to his knees and that begins—at least in his head—with kidnapping the woman he chose over Lyla. Now, normally, I could get more behind this plan of revenge. But then normally the woman