"Thanks. Ink Masters in Blacksburg," she mumbles, keeping her head down as she shuffles through her purse, not looking up at me like I was hoping she’d do.
"No problem. You got a name?" I shoot her another grin while I wait for her to look up at me.
“Kenny.” She finally turns around and my heart almost comes out of my chest. Her eyes had to be the most spectacular blue I’ve ever seen. They paired perfectly with the dirty blond hair piled up on her head. She was the most exquisite woman I had ever set my eyes on.
“So, how about you and I get out of here and go grab a beer or something.” I wouldn’t mind getting between those legs of hers instead of having a beer but something about her speaks to me. For once I don’t mind waiting. She looks like she’d be worth it. I can already picture her name spilling off my lips while I drive deep into her.
Yep, I could see that happening.
She smiles at me with plush lips. “Sure, I could use a beer.”
And I could use that sweet body under me as I come all over those flawless tits. I wonder how I have never seen her before.
“Alright, sweet girl, let’s get moving then.”
That had been the beginning of an impeccable week with Kenny and one that has stuck with me since. Problem is, I still dream of her anytime I fall asleep, no matter if I’m sober or not.
I shake my head, ridding it of the memory that started it all. It can’t be the same chick, it can’t be. I can only hope to God that it’s not. I know my best friend will kill me if he finds out I touched his sister. It’s been unspoken, but we’ve always known that his sister is off-limits. It’s club code.
"You ready to get back on the road?" Twister asks. At my nod, he yells out to let the rest of the boys know it’s time to get back on the road.
Pulling out of the station and riding next to my Prez and best friend, I feel my mind running a mile a minute. All I can think about is could this be the same Kenny who has been haunting me for the past four years. The woman who I picture every time I fuck some random bitch. The woman that in a week’s time, stole my heart and never turned back. The woman I haven’t been able to find since I realized she was gone. I swear to fuckin’ God if it is, I’ll be happy as fuck. I’m also going to be in deep shit.
Taming Coyote
Devil’s Riot MC Orignals Book 4
To those who have lost someone.
You’re not alone.
Look to the person next to you, they’ve felt the pain you feel.
Same as the person in front of you.
Pain of loss is around us all.
It’s a matter of how we handle that pain as we go on that counts.
Acknowledgments
My Family – I’ll always be thankful toward my husband as he continues to show his support in my writing. No matter how annoying I become he lets me ramble on and on with the different things I come up with. Even sends me music when I need encouragement. My kids now are a huge part of this as I show them you can follow your dreams and shoot for the moon if you put your mind to it.
My Betas – You guys rock! Thank you all for being the first to read the stories as they come alive. It means the world to me. Especially when you all start to get mad. That’s when I know I’m doing something right. And in doing so pushing me to keep going with all the different plots that form in my head. I’m thankful to you all for being ready and willing to read and give your input.
My Knox Publishing People – I don’t know what I’d do without you all. You’re all wonderful in your own right and I wouldn’t have it any other way. From encouraging me to keep going when I feel like giving up to kicking my ass when it needs it. The best thing I’m grateful for is when you listen to the different plots and scenarios I come up with. As well as the family you all have become to me.
Liz – If not for you, I don’t know if I’d ever be where I am today with my writing. Thank you for always pushing me and encouraging me. Even on my worst day. You’re more than just my Publisher/Boss, you’re my best friend. My sister from another mister.
Diane – I couldn’t be more grateful to you. You help me so much with all you take care of and have become one of my good friends. I don’t know what I’d do without you considering all that you do.
Kim and Jackie – Thank you both for agreeing to work with me on all of my books. You guys are a blessing. I love the fact that I get to work with you guys. If not for you both, I’d be lost considering you both show me what I miss and what I need to remember.
Playlist
Left Of Me – The Lacs
Muddy Where Your Mouth Is – The Lacs
All or Nothing – Theory Of A Deadman
Hard Days – Brantley Gilbert
I Want Us – The Roads Below
Made For These – Jimmie Allen
Dirt Road – Frank Foster
Vinyl – Upchurch
Far Away – Breaking Benjamin
Wild Heart Beats
Days are long
Nights are longer
The skies are dark
But the wild comes to light
People say I’ll survive
How can I when he’s gone
There’s no point in going on
Not when what I want has left me
In the wilderness I am blind
The wind is screaming in my ears
Wolves are howling at the moon
No one told me what this life would be like
I can’t see the light of day
Not when what I want has left me
Doesn’t matter that I’m supposed to live
That I needed to breathe
Whispers of the wind tell me to stay strong
Closing my eyes, he’s all I see
Standing there waiting
My heart beats for him and him alone
In my dreams I’m able to live through the wild
And spread my wings to fly
I have nothing in this life without him
Then again, I have everything when I look around me
Day is night
Night is day
They’re all the same
Just as my wild heart beats
For him and him alone
~ E.C. Land
Prologue
Coyote
10 Months Ago
Why the hell did my Prez want me to come down here again? That’s right because his ol’ lady was concerned for a woman who was supposedly her friend.
Yeah, fuckin’ right.
No friend would ever hand another over to a person who wants to hurt them. Shit if I could, I’d have taken my best friend’s place the night he’d died in that car accident. The day Chase left this world a piece of me died. So, the fact this Milley chick set Rachel up doesn’t sit well with me.
Pulling into Greensville, I head for the tattoo shop Rachel told me Milley worked at. Having no idea what this bitch looks like, I’m walking in blind. Maybe I should have gotten a picture of the chick, but my mind was elsewhere. The same as it is every year at this time. The anniversary of Chase’s death.