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My Hero
Iron Fiends MC, Volume 4
Winter Travers
Published by Winter Travers, 2024.
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Taking Greer
His Reward
His Claim
His Sacrifice
His Forever
Devil's Knights
Loving Lo
Finding Cyn
Gravel's Road
Battling Troy
Gambler's Longshot
Keeping Meg
Fighting Demon
Unraveling Fayth
Forever Lo
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Passing the Torch
Riding the Line
Royal Mess
Changing Lanes
Bucking Tradition
Reining It In
Fractured Brotherhood
Ride the Wind
Chase the Sunset
Freedom Ride
Fallen Lords M.C.
Nickel
Pipe
Maniac
Wrecker
Boink
Clash
Freak
Slayer
Brinks
Fallen Lords Christmas
A Moo Christmas
Alice and Meg
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He Says
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Iron Fiends MC
My Biker
My Savior
My Romeo
My Hero
My Prince
My Dream
My Casanova
My Knight
My Hotshot
My End
Kings of Anarchy MC: Michigan
Property of Anchor
Kings of Vengeance
Drop a Gear and Disappear
Lean Into It
Knees in the Breeze
Midnight Wreckage
Thrill Seeker
Livin' on the Edge
Blacktop Freedom
Ride or Die
Lost Mavericks MC
Protected
Nitro Crew
Burndown
Holeshot
Redlight
Shutdown
Powerhouse M.A.
Dropkick My Heart
Love on the Mat
Black Belt in Love
Black Belt Knockout
Royal Bastards MC
Six-Gun
Monk
Rebel
Barracuda
Jet
Jinx
Mace
Urn For Me
Playboy
Skid Row Kings
Downshift
PowerShift
BangShift
Skid Row Kings Complete Series
VII Knights MC
Iced
Wild Preachers Club
Kissing the Bad Boy
Trapped with the Bad Boy
Standalone
Silas: A Scrooged Christmas
Mama Didn't Raise No Fool
Nitro Crew Complete Series
Biker in Love
Coasting In
Holly's Biker
Mr. Motorcycle
Oral Communication
Tangle My Tinsel
Wanting More
Table of Contents
Title Page
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Devil’s Knights 2nd Gen
Skid Row Kings Series
Fallen Lords MC Series
Kings of Vengeance MC
Powerhouse MA Series
Nitro Crew Series
Royal Bastards MC: Sacramento, CA
VII Knights MC: Golden, CO Chapter
Iron Fiends MC
Sweet Love Novellas
Stand Alone Novellas
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
Chapter Twenty-Two
Chapter Twenty-Three
Chapter Twenty-Four
Coming Soon | Urn For Me
His Sacrifice
My Prince
About the Author
Meg
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Devil’s Knights Series
Loving Lo
Finding Cyn
Gravel’s Road
Battling Troy
Gambler’s Longshot
Keeping Meg
Fighting Demon
Unraveling Fayth
Forever Lo
Devil’s Knights 2nd Gen
Passing the Torch
Riding the Line
Royal Mess
Changing Lanes
Bucking Tradition
Reining It In
Fractured Brotherhood
Ride the Wind
Chase the Sunset
Freedom Ride
Skid Row Kings Series
DownShift
PowerShift
BangShift
Fallen Lords MC Series
Nickel
Pipe
Maniac
Wrecker
Boink
Clash
Freak
Slayer
Brinks
Fallen Lords Christmas
A Moo Christmas
Kings of Vengeance MC
Drop a Gear and Disappear
Lean Into It
Knees in the Breeze
Midnight Wreckage
Thrill Seeker
Livin’ on the Edge
Blacktop Freedom
Ride or Die
Powerhouse MA Series
Dropkick My Heart
Love on the Mat
Black Belt in Love
Black Belt Knockout
Nitro Crew Series
Burndown
Holeshot
Redlight
Shutdown
Royal Bastards MC: Sacramento, CA
Playboy
Six-Gun
Monk
Rebel
Barracuda
Jet
Jinx
Mace
Urn For Me
VII Knights MC: Golden, CO Chapter
Iced
Iron Fiends MC
My Biker
My Savior
My Romeo
My Hero
Sweet Love Novellas
Sweet Burn
Five Alarm Donuts
Stand Alone Novellas
Kissing the Bad Boy
Trapped with the Bad Boy
Daddin’ Ain’t Easy
Silas: A Scrooged Christmas
Wanting More
Mama Didn’t Raise No Fool
Tangle My Tinsel
Mr. Motorcycle
Oral Communications
Coasting In
Holly’s Biker
Table of Contents
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
Chapter 17
Chapter 18
Chapter 19
Chapter 20
Chapter 21
Chapter 22
Chapter 23
Chapter 24
Coming Soon
About the Author
Excerpt from Loving Lo
Excerpt from Playboy
Chapter One
Yarder
I laid there amidst the chaos, the world around me engulfed in rubble, smoke, and the deafening roar of the garage exploding. Somehow, I had managed to shield Poppy from the worst of it, but my ears were ringing, and my head was swimming.
Moments later, Pirate, Stretch, and Aero emerged from the clubhouse, their faces etched with concern and confusion as they stood over us. Pirate’s voice cut through the haze, sharp and urgent, “What the hell happened?” he demanded.
Aero’s question followed suit, laced with worry and anger, “Are you fucking okay?” he yelled over the din.
I struggled to make sense of their words, my mind still reeling from the blast. “I’m... I think so,” I managed to mumble, glancing down at Poppy to ensure she was unharmed. She was awake and didn’t appear to be hurt, but I couldn’t be sure.
As they helped us to our feet and began to uncover us from the debris, the questions kept coming, mingling with the chaos of the scene. What happened? Who did this? But there were no answers, only the acrid scent of smoke and the distant wail of sirens.
Together, they guided us away from the burning wreckage, their hands steady and reassuring despite the turmoil all around us. The building was consumed by flames, a fiery beacon against the clear sky.
The rest of the club soon joined us, their faces grim as they surveyed the destruction. Cue Ball, Throttle, Dice, Fade, Compass, and Smoke, their loyalty unwavering even in the face of danger. Olive clung to Cue Ball with tears in her eyes while Sloane kneeled by Poppy to make sure she was okay, and Dove worriedly watched the garage burn faster.
I could feel the adrenaline wearing off, leaving behind a dull ache and a thousand questions. I wanted to know who had done this, but there was no time to dwell on the attack. Poppy needed medical attention, and we had to do everything we could to salvage what we could of the garage.
The EMTs descended upon us, their voices a blur as they checked us over for injuries. I tried to focus on their words, to reassure Poppy that we would be okay, but my thoughts kept drifting back to the inferno that was once the Iron Fiends Garage.
The fire trucks arrived shortly after; their sirens pierced the air as they flooded the parking lot and fought to contain the blaze. I watched helplessly as the flames danced higher, consuming everything in their path.
There wasn’t going to be anything left of the garage. It was too far gone.
And surrounded by the chaos and confusion, two questions burned brighter than the flames: Who the hell just tried to kill me? And did Poppy have anything to do with it?
Poppy
Yarder had shielded me from the explosion’s wrath, and my senses were a whirlwind of chaos—debris flew, voices shouted, and the suffocating scent of smoke. I clung to Yarder, feeling his firm grip as he pulled me away from the burning building, his friends joining in to assist. In the clamor, I caught snatches of names—Aero, Throttle—but my mind was reeling, struggling to grasp the gravity of the situation.
More figures emerged from the chaos, faces unfamiliar yet oddly connected. They must have been members of Yarder’s club, I realized, their concerned expressions mirroring my own disorientation. Among them was a woman who quickly introduced herself to me. “I’m Sloane, honey,” she called softly as she kneeled down beside me. Her kindness was a beacon among the turmoil all around me. She kept asking if I was okay, her voice a comforting presence in the midst of chaos.
“I’m... I’m Poppy,” I managed to mumble, my voice barely audible over the din.
Sloane’s eyes softened. “I’m Sloane,” she told me again. “And that’s my ol’ man, Aero.” She nodded toward a tall, lanky, but muscular-looking man who wore a vest like Yarder.
Despite the chaos, a wry smile tugged at my lips—Aero hardly looked old, but I suppose it was all a matter of perspective. “He doesn’t look much older than you,” I pointed out.
Sloane laughed softly and shook her head. “I forget most people don’t get my new biker talk unless you’re part of a club or read MC romance books.”
“Uh, MC romance?” I asked.
Sloane patted me on the shoulder. “I need to stop talking. If Aero heard me right now, he would tell me I was crazy,” she chuckled. “My love for books seems to come up no matter the situation, even when a building is burning down fifty feet from me.”
Before I could ask any more questions, paramedics descended upon us, their urgency a stark reminder of the severity of the situation. I felt Yarder’s presence beside me, his protective stance unwavering as the paramedics assessed my condition. “I’m sorry,” I whispered to him, guilt gnawing at my insides. His response was a silent nod, his eyes speaking volumes even as words escaped him.
With gentle hands, the paramedics loaded me into the ambulance, Yarder hovering close by, his concern a tangible presence. As the vehicle lurched into motion, I couldn’t shake the feeling that this was all my fault, that I had somehow opened the doors into this chaos.
In the confines of the ambulance, my thoughts raced, replaying the events of the day like a broken record. It all started with a stranger’s offer—a tempting proposition laden with danger. I had hesitated, torn between loyalty to Yarder and my own safety. But fear had won out in the end, driving me to agree to the stranger’s demands.
And now, as I lay on the stretcher, battered but alive, I knew I had to make things right. This mess was of my own making, and I owed it to Yarder and his club to fix it. Determination surged within me, overshadowing the fear and guilt that threatened to consume me.
The hospital loomed into view, its sterile halls a stark contrast to the chaos I had escaped. As the paramedics rushed me inside, I made a silent vow—I would find a way to set things right, no matter the cost.
Hours passed in a blur of examinations and questions, and the hospital staff worked tirelessly to ensure my well-being. About an hour after I got to the hospital, Yarder appeared. He remained a constant presence at my side, though very silent. Eerily silent.
I had hoped Sloane would be with him, but she wasn’t. No one else from the club was there except for Yarder.
I had a bunch of scrapes and bruises and also a concussion, but thankfully, no broken bones. They were going to keep me overnight because of the concussion, even though I had protested, telling them I didn’t need to stay.
Eventually, the chaos of the day began to ebb, replaced by a sense of calm resolve. Despite the uncertainty that lay ahead, I knew one thing for certain—I would not rest until I had made amends for the mess I had caused.
As I drifted into a fitful sleep, thoughts of redemption and forgiveness danced through my mind, a glimmer of hope in the darkness. That was until Yarder’s deep, low voice slipped through the haze. “Sleep now, Poppy, but just know once you wake up, you’ve got a lot of explaining to do.”
Chapter Two
Yarder
The hospital’s sterile corridors seemed to stretch on endlessly as I paced back and forth, my mind consumed by worry and anger. All night, I had kept vigil by Poppy’s bedside, unable to tear myself away from her unconscious form.
I had left her side to get some fresh air, but I didn’t go far.
I stepped back into her room, and she stirred in her sleep, her brow furrowing with unease, and my heart clenched at the sight.
When her eyes fluttered open, meeting mine with a mix of surprise and relief, I couldn’t help but feel a surge of emotions—relief that she was awake, anger at the situation that had brought us here, and a gnawing sense of dread at what lay ahead.
“You’re still here,” she whispered, her voice barely heard above the hum of machinery.
I nodded, my jaw tense with unspoken words. “You didn’t hear what I said before you fell asleep?” I asked, my voice low and gravelly.
Poppy’s lips quirked in a half-smile, a faint glimmer of sass shining through even in this dire moment. “Uh, maybe,” she replied, her tone laced with uncertainty.
