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TABLE OF CONTENTS
Title Page
Copyright
Dedication
Jagger’s Choice by L. Wilder
Prologue
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six
Chapter Seven
Epilogue
Author Information
Unwilling Protector by Jordan Marie
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six
Chapter Seven
Chapter Eight
Chapter Nine
Chapter Ten
Chapter Eleven
Chapter Twelve
Chapter Thirteen
Chapter Fourteen
Chapter Fifteen
Chapter Sixteen
Chapter Seventeen
Chapter Eighteen
Chapter Nineteen
Chapter Twenty
Chapter Twenty-One
Author Information
Montana Lights and Mistletoe Nights by Sandy Alvarez And Crystal Daniels
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six
Chapter Seven
Chapter Eight
Chapter Nine
Chapter Ten
Author Information
Elle's Mischief by K.L. Savage
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six
Chapter Seven
Chapter Eight
Chapter Nine
Chapter Ten
Epilogue
Epilogue 2
Author Information
Clubhouse Christmas by Cassandra Robbins
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Author Information
Maverick and Mistletoe by Lilly Atlas
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six
Chapter Seven
Chapter Eight
Chapter Nine
Chapter Ten
Chapter Eleven
Author Information
Filthy Sinner by Serena Akeroyd
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six
Chapter Seven
Chapter Eight
Chapter Nine
Chapter Ten
Chapter Eleven
Chapter Twelve
Chapter Thirteen
Chapter Fourteen
Chapter Fifteen
Chapter Sixteen
Chapter Seventeen
Chapter Eighteen
Chapter Nineteen
Chapter Twenty
Trip by Verlene Landon
Dedication
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six
Chapter Seven
Chapter Eight
Chapter Nine
Chapter Ten
Chapter Eleven
Chapter Twelve
Chapter Thirteen
Chapter Fourteen
Chapter Fifteen
Author Information
Bear by Teagan Brooks
Dedication
Prologue
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six
Epilogue
Author Information
Hostile Miracle by India R. Adams
Dedication
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six
Chapter Seven
Chapter Eight
Chapter Nine
Epilogue
Author Information
To All Our Readers
Enjoy A steamy MC Christmas!
Jagger’s Choice
Ruthless Sinners MC Series- Book 7
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L. Wilder- All rights reserved.
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There was nothing better than tossing back a few drinks and shooting the shit with the brothers. I hadn’t been a member of the Ruthless Sinners long, but it already felt like I’d known them all for a lifetime. They were my family. They had my back, and I had theirs, but there was more to it than that. When we were together, we could sit back and cut loose—just like we were tonight.
Widow and I had just ordered another round of shots when I heard Country say, “This girl was smoking hot with five-gallon titties. You should’ve seen her. I mean, smoking hot, but as soon as things started to heat up, she went all cold on me … Ice cold.”
“Sounds like she came to her fucking senses,” Rafe teased.
“Nah, she’s a smart girl. She knew she’d found the golden ticket with me. She just didn’t wanna come off too easy … Wanted me to think she was a good girl who didn’t give it up on the first date. That’s when I gave her a little push and told her, ‘Baby, just remember, Jesus loves you and all that, but Satan does that thing with his tongue. Let’s do a little sinning, and we’ll pray for forgiveness tomorrow.’”
Clearly amused with himself, Country started chuckling, but his smile quickly faded when Menace added, “And that, brother, is why you don’t have yourself a woman.”
“Ah, nah, brother. I’m single ’cause I wanna be.”
“Yeah, keep telling yourself that,” Menace snickered, then turned his attention to me. “Surprised to see you here tonight. Figured you’d be off somewhere with Sadie.”
“I needed a break.”
“Oh? Trouble in paradise or is she just busy tonight?”
I knew he was fucking with me, so I shook my head and grumbled, “Can’t a man go out and have a few beers with his brothers without everyone giving him a hard time?”
“Oh yeah. Definitely trouble in paradise.” Menace motioned his hand over to our bartender, Lisa. “He’s gonna need another round. Maybe two.”
Lisa grabbed the bottle of tequila and a couple of shot glasses, then placed them down on the bar. “Here you go, boys. Let me know if you need anything else.”
When she turned and walked away, Menace grabbed the tequila and started pouring us both a shot. “Here ya go, brother. Now, you can drown your sorrows.”
“Got no need to drown my fucking sorrows, asshole. Nothing’s wrong.”
“Whatever you say, boss.” He patted me on the shoulder. “Give her some of the good stuff when you get home, and it’ll be all right.”
 
; “Are you gonna keep this up all night?”
“Yeah, probably so.”
“Figured as much.”
I tossed back the shot and was about to do another when my burner started ringing. I grabbed it out of my pocket and groaned when I saw it was my sister. She only reached out to me when she needed something. I had no doubt tonight wouldn’t be any different. I was tempted to blow her off and spend the rest of my night hanging peacefully with my brothers, but I answered her call.
That choice would haunt me for years to come.
Three Years Later
“Good morning, Mr. Hughes. My name is Claire Cunningham. Along with the rest of the Parole Commission, I have brought you in today to discuss the possibility of your parole. It is our job to determine whether or not you should be released from prison to parole supervision for the remainder of your sentence.”
I didn’t see any point in giving a response. I could tell by the way my so-called “board of my peers” were looking at me that they’d already cast down their judgments. The second they eyed my long hair, the ink marking my skin, and that fucking orange jumpsuit, they saw nothing but a criminal. All I could do was sit there and try my best not to crawl out of my own fucking skin as they asked their tedious questions. Ms. Cunningham studied me for a moment, then asked, “Why don’t you tell us all why you have been incarcerated?”
“I’m sure you all are fully aware of why I’ve been locked up.”
“Yes, we have your records, but we would like to hear it from you, Mr. Hughes.”
“I killed a man,” I answered bluntly.
“Can you be a little more specific?” Cunningham pushed. “It’s important for us to know all the details concerning what transpired between you and Mr. Ortega.”
“He was my sister’s boyfriend. Apparently, he had a thing for knocking chicks around ’cause he did a real number on my sister.” I thought back to that night, the way she looked when she opened the door—all broken and battered, and it brought bile to the back of my throat. My sister had made her fair share of mistakes, but she didn’t deserve that shit. No woman did. I swallowed hard, pushing back those feelings of rage, and said, “She called me to come to her place. Told me that she and Ortega had gotten into it. When I got there and he discovered she’d called me, he started laying into her again. That’s when I intervened. We fought, and Ortega ended up falling backward. His head hit the corner of the coffee table, and that was it. He cracked his skull or something. Can’t say for sure. Just know he died soon after.”
“Were the authorities notified right away?”
“They were.” I gave her a slight nod. “I was arrested that night, and I’ve been locked up ever since.”
“Do you feel that your sentencing was fair?”
“I don’t see why it matters what I think.”
One of the men at the end of the table leaned forward as he demanded, “Answer the question, Mr. Hughes.”
“Yeah, I think it was fair.”
“What guarantees can you give us that you will not commit another crime?”
“I’m not a murderer. I didn’t set out to kill the guy.” I’d been in fights before—more than I could count, but that night with Ortega was like nothing I’d ever experienced before. I was completely consumed with rage. I wanted to make that asshole pay for what he’d done to my sister, but when I started plowing into him, I wasn’t thinking about killing the guy—even if the motherfucker deserved it. I looked Cunningham right in the eye and told her, “I was protecting my sister, and up till that night, I’d never been in any kind of trouble. Hell, I wouldn’t be sitting here now if he hadn’t hit his head on that damn table, but it is what it is. I’m doing my time and trying to make the best of it. But once I get out of here, I can honestly say I’ve got no intention of ever coming back.”
“That’s good to hear, Mr. Hughes.”
One of the other men at the table looked at me and asked, “Have you taken advantage of the programs offered here at the institution?”
“I’ve done the required correctional counseling, and I’ve worked with the landscaping crew on the grounds.”
“I see.” Cunningham looked down at what I assumed was my file for a moment, then turned her attention back to me. “It says here that you’ve been undergoing anger management with Dr. Sophie Grace.”
At the mere mention of her name, warmth washed over me like someone had opened the blinds and let the sun’s heat shine down on me. Damn, I needed to get a fucking grip. I gave Cunningham a slight nod. “I have.”
“Her report says you’ve made great progress in your therapy, and she believes you are ready for release. Do you agree with her analysis?”
“I would say I’m more than ready.”
“So, you feel you have addressed the issues that caused you to be incarcerated?”
“Yes, I believe I have.”
“If released, will you take advantage of the halfway house or will you be able to manage a place of your own?”
“I have a place of my own.”
“And you will be prepared for home visits from your parole officer at any time?”
“Yes, ma’am, I will.”
They went on to ask about what I planned to do for work and informed me about the required weekly drug testing. I didn’t want to get my hopes up, knowing there was still a strong possibility I’d be stuck here in this fucking prison until the end of my sentence, but the way Cunningham was looking at me, I couldn’t help but think she was in favor of giving me the early parole. And then she asked a question that I prayed she wouldn’t. “Looking back on the circumstances of what occurred between you and Mr. Ortega, would you change anything that transpired?”
“Honestly, yes and no.” I’d thought about that night a million times over the past couple of years and couldn’t deny I had regrets about how things played out. “I would’ve still gone over there and given Ortega a taste of what he’d given my sister, but I wouldn’t have let things get so out of hand. I would’ve gotten her the hell out of there and never looked back.”
“Thank you, Mr. Hughes.” Ms. Cunningham looked down at my file once more, then said, “We will review what we’ve discussed here today and should have an answer regarding your parole by the end of the week.”
I gave her a nod, then waited as the two correctional officers came over and led me out of the room. On the way to my cell, I mentally rehashed everything I’d said and hoped I hadn’t ruined my chance of getting the hell out of this place. I was ready to get back to my life, to my brothers, and it gutted me to think it might not happen. When I reached my cell, Tully, my cellmate, leaned up from his bed. “Well?”
“I don’t know, man.” I waited for the guard to close the cell door, then stepped forward to the bars as he unlocked my shackles. Once the guards were gone, I dropped down on my bed. “Guess it went as well as it could.”
“Bet you kicked ass,” Tully replied confidently. He and I weren’t exactly friends, but we had each other’s backs, and in a place like this, that meant something. Tully had at least five more years before he’d get his chance for parole, so it had to be hard for him to say, “You’ll be out of this joint before you know it.”
“Certainly hope you’re right.”
“I am. You’ll see.”
The next couple of days were agony. Thankfully, I had my sessions with Sophie to help me through it. I honestly didn’t give two shits about delving into my deep, dark thoughts with her, but after being locked up for months on end, it didn’t entirely suck to spend a little time with a beautiful woman. As soon as I sat down in front of her, she gave me one of her slight smiles and tucked a strand of her jet-black hair behind her ear. Pretending to be all business, she pulled out my file and said, “So, how are you making it today?”
“Better now.” Sophie Grace was in her early thirties, which made her a couple of years older than me, but there was an innocence about her, making her seem much younger. She was wearing a snug-fitting turtleneck that hugged her breasts in just the right way with a pair of dark jeans and boots, and her glasses sat lower on the bridge of her nose, making her look like my next wet dream. “I gotta say, Doc, you’re looking mighty good this afternoon. If I didn’t know better, I’d think you got all dolled up just for me.”
“Well, I hate to break it to you, but I’ve had several clients today.”
“So? Doesn’t change the fact that you got dolled up for me.” I winked at her, then said, “Don’t worry. I won’t tell anyone.”