For the Love of Beard Read Online Lani Lynn Vale (Dixie Warden Rejects MC #7)

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Biker, Funny, MC, Romance, Suspense Tags Authors: Series: The Dixie Warden Rejects MC Series by Lani Lynn Vale
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Total pages in book: 75
Estimated words: 73716 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 369(@200wpm)___ 295(@250wpm)___ 246(@300wpm)
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For the Love of Beard (The Dixie Warden Rejects MC #7)

Author/Writer of Book/Novel:

Lani Lynn Vale

Language:
English
ISBN/ ASIN:
B07125N1DM
Book Information:

Tobias knows that women are a lot of trouble, and one in particular is more trouble than most. Yet even with the knowledge that she’s a pain in the ass, he doesn’t stop himself from doing the one thing he knows that he shouldn’t do—fall in love with her. It’s supposed to be simple. Get in, get the girl, and get out.
What Tobias isn’t supposed to do is fall for the woman he’s supposed to rescue. But he can’t help being intrigued–and amused–by the defiance rolling off Audrey every time he so much as speaks to her. This fascination only intensifies with every single word from her delectable mouth.
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It’s been six years since her assault, yet it feels like it happened just yesterday. Audrey’s sick and tired of feeling so useless. She’s had enough of being scared, she doesn’t want to be all alone for the rest of her life. All of that boils down to a woman who’s had enough of not doing anything to reclaim her life.
She’s at a loss as to how to move on, and every attempt she makes results in failure. Just when she’s ready to quit, a sexy biker is there to push her out of her comfort zone.
Under Tobias’ patient guidance, Audrey slowly makes her way back to herself. She lands a job that she adores, and she thinks she’s finally found her place in this world. Most surprisingly, though, she finds herself falling in love with a man that honestly scares her to death.
Just when she vows to take that final step that’ll put her past in her past forever, the life she wants to live is yanked away. Leaving her with nothing to pick up the pieces.
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Chapter 1

If you pour two beers into one glass and no one sees you, then it’s just one beer.

-Pro tip

Tobias

I shouldn’t be doing this.

I really, really shouldn’t be doing this.

But I was going to do it.

I was doing it even though I knew it was a really bad idea.

I lay there on my back, wondering, yet again, if I should go in there and, again, berating myself for even considering it.

She wouldn’t want me there. Hell, she hasn’t wanted me there for the last eight months, yet I had been. I was that annoying man who followed her around like a goddamned puppy.

But I just couldn’t watch her sit on her ass and hide from life any longer.

I’d let my sister do that. I watched as she withered and died inside, and that was exactly what I was watching happen to Audrey Morrison, my club member’s sister.

It was a little over nine months ago when I first became acquainted with the little she-devil.

And, again, I wasn’t sure why the hell I was here when she wanted absolutely nothing to do with me.

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Nine months earlier

“Who are you?”

Audrey looked nothing like Ghost, the brother who asked me to get his sister out of a sticky situation involving their parents.

She was wearing Viking-style braids.

They started at the side of each temple, wrapping around her head over her ears before disappearing into a messy bun that was situated on the top of her head.

She had brown hair with copper highlights, and her eyes…my God, there were no words to describe them.

They were the same color as her brother’s—a deep olive green—but on her face, they looked absolutely captivating.

Those eyes, though…they were shrewd. Calculating. Watchful.

I had a feeling that they didn’t miss a single thing.

“I’m Fender.”

She stared at me. “I’m not expecting a Fender.”

She tried to slam the door in my face, and I caught it with the tip of my steel-toed boot.

“My club brothers call me Fender. My actual name is Tobias.”

She glared down at my boot, then back up at me.

“You should’ve started with that,” she informed me. “What do you want?”

I gritted my teeth.

She was like a rabid badger.

“I’m here to bring you to Gho…uh, Mina,” I answered.

She caught the slip, but chose not to say anything.

“How much am I allowed to bring?” she asked.

I looked at the house beyond her and found nearly the entire place packed.

What my attention focused on, however, were the stacks of suitcases.

“I can probably fit all of your suitcases in my truck,” I said. “But the rest of it is going to have to wait until I have more time and help.”

She pinched her lips closed, and then shrugged. “We’ll get it done before we leave. I don’t trust anyone with my stuff.”

She threw the door open wide and headed deeper into the house.

While her back was turned, I chose to study her body.

She was definitely sexy. But she gave off an unmistakable ‘don’t fuck with me’ vibe, and I could practically see the anger coming off of her at being stuck with me. I got the distinct impression that it was more than that, though. I got the feeling that she didn’t want anyone getting close to her.

She was five foot even at most, with the type of body that my mother referred to as ‘baby haver.’ Or women who were made to have babies.

Curvy hips that could carry and birth a baby, large breasts that could definitely sustain a child, and shapely thighs made for a child to sit and cuddle on.

My mother was a pediatric nurse and a doula, or a birthing coach, who had helped hundreds of women deliver their babies over the last thirty years. She knew her stuff, and this was one of the things I’d heard her talk about constantly.

My father, brothers and I had dealt with a lot of baby talk over the course of our lives, and now that one of my brothers was an OB/GYN, and a few of my brothers had children, I heard more than I wanted to hear about it.

“Are you going to help me with these bags, or are you going to watch while I get all of them myself?”

I looked up to find Audrey loaded down with bags. The only thing remaining was a small backpack on the floor.

I walked forward and retrieved it. “You look like you have it.”

She huffed in annoyance.

“You’re such a typical asshole man.”

And then she walked out of the house without a backwards glance.

I started to chuckle as I followed her out.

Passing her, I walked to the truck and opened the door, tossing the backpack on the back seat before walking to the tailgate and lowering it.

The moment she reached me and dropped the suitcases, I picked up the bags with ease, placing them in the bed of my truck before flipping the tailgate closed.


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