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PACO
Book 5 in the Night Rebels MC Series
Coming in February, 2018
Paco, the rugged VP of the Night Rebels MC, only stopped for some chow at the diner. He was headed back to Alina. He never intended on staying. But then he saw her sitting alone at the booth next to his. She had on too much makeup and too little clothing for the cold winter night.
Then she looked at him. Her eyes were dark like an endless stretch of midnight sky. In their inky depths, he saw sorrow and pain and threads of fierceness. They drew him in.
He, the man who never looked past one night with a woman, wanted to know about this small woman sitting across from him.
Sensing she was in trouble, he wanted to help her. He knew he should just pay his bill, hop on his Harley, and head home, but he couldn’t. She grounded him, and in that one instant, he knew she’d be his. The urge to possess her consumed him.
Misty Sullivan hated the cold nights when she’d have to haul her ass from truck to truck to make enough to satisfy her boyfriend, Bobby. She used to have another name, but that was a long time ago when she was normal and life was good. She tried not to think about it anymore—it just made her life worse.
The stranger who stared at her didn’t look like a trucker. He was decked out in leather and denim, and he looked at her like she was a person not a piece of ass. But life experience told her he was probably just as bad as all the other men who came into her world.
Men couldn’t be trusted. They acted nice to get a woman where they wanted her, and then they turned mean and ugly.
But the stranger’s piercing stare didn’t frighten her, and that surprised her. A good-looking, sexy man like him could have any woman he wanted, so why was he wasting his time with her?
Then events throw them together and Misty must decide if she should trust the man who is playing havoc with her heart.
Paco knows that the only way Misty can trust him is to face her past and deal with it. Will she let him help her before her past crashes with her present and destroys her? Can he let her slip away from him?
This is the fifth book in the Night Rebels MC Romance series. This is Paco’s story. It is a standalone. This book contains violence, sexual assault (not graphic), strong language, and steamy/graphic sexual scenes. It describes the life and actions of an outlaw motorcycle club. If any of these issues offend you, please do not read the book. HEA. No cliffhangers! The book is intended for readers over the age of 18.
Rough Draft Excerpt for PACO
Please note that this is a very rough draft of part of Chapter One of my upcoming book, PACO: Night Rebels MC. I offer it as a glimpse inside the novel.
Chapter One
Streaks of white hot lightning broke the blackness, ripping the night sky like paper. Seconds later the rumbling thunder came. Another few miles down the highway, the lightning forked close to Paco’s Harley. More booms reverberated overhead and then the rain fell. Slow and spattering at first, and then lashing down, torrential, relentless.
Paco slowed down, cursing the semi-trucks as they barreled past him, burying him in a blinding wave of water as their tires hit the puddles. He squeezed the water out of his foam grips and debated about pulling over and taking out his rain gear.
A second series of jagged lightning bolts zig-zagged across the sky. I gotta get out of this fucking storm. Riding wet on a bike with lightning too close for comfort was just asking for trouble. The rain came down in sheets, obstructing his vision, pelleting his skin like bullets. The brake lights on several of the large trucks in front of him glowed eerily in the mist, and he decided to follow them, hoping they were headed to the nearest truck stop in the area.
Sure enough, the semis took the next exit and turned right with Paco following behind them. Bright lights filtered through the thin mist and a yellow neon sign read “Eagle Truck Stop” and underneath it, in blue lettering, the word “Diner” flashed. Three of the large trucks turned in and drove to the fuel pumps. After following them in, he veered to the right and parked in front of the eatery. The rain had soaked him, and he opened his saddle bag, took out a plastic bag, and rushed into the diner. Drops of water rolled down his face and neck and his feet squished with every step he took.
“It sure is coming down,” a woman behind the lunch counter said as her eyes traveled up and down his muscled body. “You need somewhere to dry off?”
“Yeah. Do you have showers here?” he replied.
She pointed to the right. “You gotta go next door for that. They got showers, a trucker lounge with TV and video games. No laundry, though. The shower will cost you twelve bucks but that includes a towel, washcloth, soap, and a floor mat. Where did you come from?”
The redhead gave him a smile that said she was available. He’d seen that smile more times than he could count. “Thanks for the info.” A gust of wind blew past him when he opened the door, and with head bent, he walked next door.
Thirty minutes later Paco was back at the diner in a booth by the window watching the trucks as they moved from the pumps to the parking spaces that lined the large lot. The rain was steady now and he saw several women move between the lanes of parked semis.
“My name’s Holly,” the redhead said as she handed him a menu. “I see you got yourself all dried off. Nice pair of jeans by the way. When you came back in, I noticed you wear them real good.” She licked her pink stained lips.
“Get me a cup of black coffee,” he said, looking at the menu.
“You got a name?”
“Yeah. Get me that coffee.”
Holly snorted then walked away. Several men came in yelling out greetings to her. Paco watched as she laughed and flirted with them, bending over the counter and playfully smacking a couple of them on their arms when they commented on her tits. Shaking his head, he pulled out his phone and shifted his focus to the parking lot. The door to a truck opened and an arm reached out to help hoist a woman with long dark hair inside.
“Hey, dude,” he said to Steel.
“Where the hell are you?” the president answered.
“I got caught in a fucking storm. I pulled into a truck stop. I’m gonna wait it out. If it doesn’t get better, I’ll have to spend the night drinking coffee in the diner. How’s the weather in Alina?”
“Clear. Are you still in Utah?”
“Yeah. I’m close to the Colorado border though.”