Although More Than Miles can be read as a stand-alone, the first book in the series, Slow Burn, is currently free and the second book, Corrupting Cinderella, is on sale for .99cents.
Blake âMurphyâ O'Callaghan, Road Captain of the Lost Kings MC, has the world by the balls. Everything he wantsâ¦except the one girl whoâs off limits. The only girl heâs ever loved. His best friendâs little sister, Heidi.
Now that sheâs eighteen, itâs time to claim her as his. Problem is, sheâs in love with her high-school boyfriend, Axel, a prospect for the Lost Kings MC.
Can Murphy convince Heidi that all the hard roads theyâve traveled lead to their happy ending, or is he destined to ride the open road alone?
For reasons I donât want to think about, Iâm anxious while I wait downstairs. Sparkyâs hanging out in the living room, so I end up talking to him while I wait.
Itâs my brother who finally comes downstairs. Not Blake.
Marcel ushers me out the door without speaking. Outside, in the parking lot, I shake out of his hold. âWait a second. Whereâs Blake?â
âUpstairs. Heâs tired.â
He pushes me into his truck and shuts the door.
Tired of being manhandled, I hop right back out. âWhat do you mean heâs tired? We were going toââ
âGet back in the truck.â
âHeidi,â he warns. âLeave him alone and get in the truck.â
I donât answer, but I hoist myself back inside his big, jacked-up ride.
âWhat are you compensating for with this monster truck?â I ask when he slams his door.
âYou didnât hit Blake, did you?â
âNo. Should I have?â
âNo! Why are you being such aââ
âCareful, little sister.â
I hate this. I hate when he pushes me into acting like a brat. Iâve been trying so hard lately, but sometimes he pushes all my bratty-little-sister buttons.
âHe said you fell at the park. You okay?â
Unsure of just how much Blake told my brother, I say as little as possible. âIâm fine.â
âWhy were you up in his room?â
âJeez. I already told you. I helped him bandage up his arms.â
âAre you hurt?â
My shoulder still burns from the Tiger Balm, and I replay the few brief seconds with my shirt off while Blake tended to me, our kiss, our second kiss after he tenderly wiped my face clean. Iâm not sharing any of those moments with my brother, though.
âHeidi, you know youâre the most important person in the world to me, right? Everything Iâve done. Everything I do. Itâs to make sure you end up okay. You know that, right?â
His words drive splinters of guilt through my chest. âYes.â
He sighs and reaches over to squeeze my hand. âHow much do you remember about living with mom?â
âI donât know. Not much. I remember hanging out at the club with you guys more.â
âShe left us alone a lot.â
âI know.â Iâm tempted to tell him to get to the point, but Iâm also curious about where heâs going with this.
âYou remember any of the guys she used to bring home?â
If I think really hard, I do. Sort of. âI remember you sleeping in my room when she had guys over. You used to sleep in front of the door.â
Iâm watching him closely, so I notice the way his mouth twists down right away. âYeah.â His hands squeeze the steering wheel. âYou were so little. And trusting. And sweet.â
âAre you trying to say Iâm a big, suspicious, bitter teenager now?â
He huffs out a laugh and glances over at me. âAnd so fucking smart.â
âSmart ass you mean.â
âNot that I donât enjoy strolling down crappy childhood memory lane, but do you have a point?â
âWhat did we always say when we were younger? Whatever Mom didââ
âWeâd do the opposite when we were adults.â
âYou still happy with Axel?â
Confused and suspicious of the change in conversation, I take a second to answer. âYes, why?â A shiver of excitement races over me. âWhy? You think the clubâs going to vote him in soon?â
âHeidi, you know I canât talk to you about that stuff.â
âYeah, yeah,â I grumble and cross my arms over my chest.
He chuckles then turns serious again. âIf youâre with Axel, be with him. But stop messing with Blake.â
The familiar tingle of my blood boiling starts up. âWhatâs that supposed to mean?â
âExactly what I said. Heâs too old for you.â
âIâm not messing with him.â If anything, Blake keeps messing with my head. My heart. But I wonât rat him out to my brother and cause problems between them. I love both of them too much.
Heâs silent for the next few miles and his words replay in my head. âAre you trying to say Iâm like Mom?â
âNo. Fuck no. Youâre nothing like her. I just donât want you making her mistakes.â
âWhat would those be?â
âAxelâs my only boyfriend.â
âGood. I know you and Blake are friends, too. Just, be careful.â
âWhy? He wouldnât hurt me.â
âYouâre not a two-guy type of girl, Heidi.â
âHow do you know?â
He takes his eyes off the road for a second to glare at me. âI know you.â
âYouâre saying that because Iâm your sister.â
âHow would you feel if you knew Axel had girls on the side?â
An uneasy prickle slides through my stomach at the thought. Axel spends a lot of hours at the club. Marcel knows my boyfriend in a whole different way than I do. âYou havenât seen him. . .he doesnât mess around with other girls, does he?â
He chuckles because I fell for the bait. âHave I ever kicked his ass?â
I snort and shake my head.
âI wonât tolerate anyone disrespecting my sister. Club or not.â
A tight smile forms at the corners of my mouth, but I donât say anything right away.
âHave you ever considered those girls you mess with? Club girls. Maybe theyâre someoneâs little sister?â
âMaybe theyâve got big brothers warning them away from guys like you?â
His jaw tightens. âYouâre too smart for your own good.â
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Autumn prefers to write her romances on the classy side of dirty, and she's a sucker for a filthy-talking, demanding alpha male hero. The bigger the better. She believes true love stories never end.
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