Biker Bride (HELL ON HEELZ MC #3) by Morgan Jane Mitchell EPUB & PDF – eBook Details Online
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- Authors: Morgan Jane Mitchell
- Language: English
- Genre: contemporary romance
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The clubhouse was lit, bikers from everywhere stuffing the Roost for the
yearly charity auction. I inhaled the sweet smell of leather and bad
decisions. Fucking delicious. We Heelz did nothing halfway, and tonight
was no exception
In the back, I glanced in the mirror, adjusting my leather bustier,
making sure it hugged my curves just right. I couldn’t help but fight the
reflection staring back at me. Dark brown hair that fell in loose waves
around my shoulders, thick lashes framing my amber eyes, and lips that
were full and red—thanks to my favorite shade of lipstick. I was the picture
of wild beauty, a former beauty queen turned biker chick.
Screaming out, I punched the mirror, making a crack run down my
reflection. Bringing my knuckles to my lips, I sucked on the wound, the
coppery taste familiar. Only a scratch.
They call me Psycho for a reason. I earned that name, and I fucking
wear it like a crown. Messing my hair until it was wild. I studied a face that
could have graced magazine covers if life hadn’t taken a hard left turn. My
eyes, big and round, held a madness that scared most people shitless
anymore. My pouted lips curved into a knowing smile. I embodied a
dangerous beauty.
Getting a tattoo was the first thing I did once I got out. The one I
loved the most was the portrait of myself, from my glory days, that ran
down my arm, surrounded by roses and stars. A reminder of the part of me
that died. The part that gave a shit.
At seventeen, I had the world at my feet. I was the star of a popular
soap opera, the girl every teenage boy fantasized about. But all that glitz
and glamor was a fucking illusion. The pressures, the fake smiles, the
endless backstabbing—it was too much. I snapped, and they locked me up
in a hospital. I spent years there, making pretty paper stars to keep from
going completely insane. Developing new addictions. Now, at twenty-three,
those stars were a distant memory, replaced by the steel and chrome of my
Harley and the sisterhood of the Hell on Heelz MC.
Yeah, I was once crowned a beauty queen and then embraced the
biker lifestyle, and I loved every damn second of it. I had a gig on a fern
farm in Seville, Florida. It was weirdly peaceful. The plants didn’t judge,
expected nothing from me. They just grew, thrived under my care, just like I
had.
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