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He yelled, and I cringed at how angry he was. "Hey, man, chillax," Liam said calmly to his twin. "I don't know where the hell you hear that from. Don't ever ask about that again," Logan's voice went lower but still angry. I braced myself and took the courage to ask him. "Then what about the book." "What book?" He says in confusion as anger contorted the features of his face. "Your book of names of all the girls you've been in with? They have the start to the end dates next to their names. That book." I look straight into his eyes. "Tell me, Logan. Is my name in the book?"

"Have you read any book by Gena Showalter then? He asked, knowing that the woman was an author based on otherworlder books and not many people are a fan of that. "Of course. I especially love her Lord of the underworld and original heartbreaker series." She said with genuine enthusiasm. "Oh, well. Someone truly is a book ripper," Rio said with a laugh. Time for her A-game, "Not just a lover of books but I also write some. As a matter of fact, I have two finished novels on my laptop." She informed him. Rio's interest sparked up, "Can I see?" He asked her. Way to go, babe. Anita patted herself inwardly.

I haven't completed the book YET as for a few weeks, I have been dealing with personal things and editing another one of my books, however, the book IS about 90% completed so there will only be a few more chapters to come after the bulk I will be posted in just a few short days. Anyway, I hope you're excited to see what's next for Harley and her outlaws!!!!

Consisting of a quick but loving kiss and a hug. I heard them all start their bikes and I watched on the camera as they all pulled away and left. I just smiled as I finished my drink and started wondering... What the heck was I going to do today!? _________________________________________________________ (for some reason my previous note has been deleted) So, As you can see from the new title, this book is now called ''book one'' in ''The Outlaw Chronicles''. I have planned out a further two books. I can't release the titles yet as it might give away some idea of what is going to happen in the books before it (such as book two can give away what happens in book one and book three can tell yo

Just then a thunder strikes and she has gone startled. “Why do they have to be so loud?” she muttered. He looks at her from the corner of his eyes and then he moves a bit closer. She felt a slight warmth. “Do you like books?” she asked him to start a conversation. “No,” he said, shortly. She remained quiet. “But I like them when someone reads them to me,” he said. She looked at him in excitement. “Let’s read Outlander by Diana Gabaldon,” she said, happily. He did not answer. “I have seen it on a bookshelf,” she said and went to grab it.

Yeah, join the club. I sighed, wondering just how long I’d be stuck down here. I combed my fingers through my hair, pulling it up into a messy bun on the top of my head. Unruly red curls with a mind of their own fell around my face. My body propped itself up against the wall, my hand reaching for the book that I was currently reading. This was my third time reading “Outlander” by Dianna Gabaldon. Her series was one that I really enjoyed. A twentieth-century nurse went back in time to eighteenth-century Scotland. It was filled with love and loss as well as honor and betrayal. Her writing had it all.

He laughed, the sound making my insides feel a tad weird but in a way it felt nice. "I was clearly busy at the time," I began, my hand indicating my room and the apartment before us. "So there was no time to ask questions on whether anyone resided here, spirit wise that is." I gave a small grin. "Plus I didn't know what to say." "Based upon my observation you," Jem said with a light chuckle. "Cora," he said, brushing his fingers across my cheek. His touch was cool and still semi-solid. "Didn't you have any loyal friends to rely on growing up?" I shook my head to tell him no because in some way I always remained the outcast of anyone that I befriended. A loner who believed that trusting other