Total pages in book: 54
Estimated words: 48700 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 244(@200wpm)___ 195(@250wpm)___ 162(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 48700 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 244(@200wpm)___ 195(@250wpm)___ 162(@300wpm)
Memphis
Everyone screams my name while I rock stages with some of the biggest names in country music.
But once upon a time, I was a different man.
I built this life on the bones of my past.
I don't regret what I've done, and I don't revisit it.
Until Kylie walks into my bar with a sassy attitude, a book in her hands, and the devil in her eyes.
The things I want to do to her would make grown men blush.
But she's keeping secrets. I intend to keep her.
I just didn't expect my past to come back to haunt me.
And I didn't expect to find out that she's tied to it, either.
To save her, I'll do whatever it takes.
But make no mistakes about she will be mine.
Kylie
Everyone in the world knows Memphis Hughes.
But they don't know the same man I do.
I came here for the truth about his past. Instead, I find more questions.
Because this Memphis is not the dangerous man I expected to find.
He doesn't remember me, but I'll never forget him and what he did.
I never meant to fall for him, but there's just something about the wicked man that I can't resist.
That cocky smirk is deadly. And don't get me started on those sinful hands.
The only problem? I'm not sure which Memphis is the one who says he'd die for me…or the one who got my brother killed.
Memphis Bound is a steamy contemporary romance featuring a bold, hell-raising hero and his best friend's curvy baby sister. No cheating.
In Nashville, the only thing hotter than the music is the bad boys who make it. And on Music Row, they're legendary. Everyone knows their names and the kind of hell they like to raise. But no one knows their stories—until now. With their hearts on the line and their futures at stake, the most successful men in country music will drop to their knees and bare it all for the curvy women meant for them in this steamy contemporary series.
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Chapter One
Memphis
If hell is real, I'm headed there. I made my peace with that fact a long time ago. At least, I thought I had. The girl reading her book in the back of my bar, however, is giving me second thoughts. Because she's tempting as hell, and I'm not feeling particularly peaceful about it at all.
It's the third time this week she's curled up in a booth with her head stuck in her book and a Coke bottle sitting untouched in front of her. Same fucking book every time. Same booth.
Same wicked curves that make my dick throb. There's nothing small about the girl, and I fuckin' love it. She's thick everywhere, from her waist to her hips to her gorgeous ass and thighs.
"Jessup." I wait for my bartender to look at me and then motion him over with a jerk of my head.
"What's up, Memphis?"
"The girl in back."
He follows my gaze.
The bar is packed with people, pulsing with life and energy. The dim lights and neon signs create a hazy atmosphere, casting shadows over the throngs of bodies. Couples grind together in the center of the dance floor, their bodies contorting and moving to the beat. Bikers leer at the waitresses wandering around topless, taking orders and flirting.
They're here every night, pouring money into my coffers while they drink and play pool or flirt with my waitresses.
Fitting that this place is one of the last refuges for MCs in downtown Nashville given that I was deep in one in another life. That was a long fucking time ago—before the fame and fortune. But the night still recognizes one of its own. I built this fucking place for men like me—a debt I needed to pay.
Jessup's gaze lands on the girl in question, the one who sticks out like a sore thumb. The one I can't tear my fucking eyes away from.
"Who is she?"
"Don't know." He runs a hand down his chin, stroking his beard. His eyes are fixated on her. He's staring too fucking hard, but she's so engrossed in her book, she doesn't notice. I doubt she'd notice if the place burned to ash around her. "Showed up a few days ago. Said she's new to town."
"That's all you've got on her?" I arch a brow, surprised. Jessup isn't much to look at, his scarred face detailing the rough life he's lived. With a hooked nose, a crooked smile, and an unruly mop of brown hair that falls into his eyes, he looks more like the bikers he serves than a bartender. But the motherfucker could charm the devil into giving up his throne if he put his mind to it.
The sole reason he runs this place is because people like to talk, and he loves to listen. He knows if shit is going to pop off well before anyone else. Leaving him in charge makes keeping the bloodshed to a minimum a whole helluva lot easier around here.