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Authors: Lani Lynn Vale
Texas Tornado (Freebirds Book 5)
Text copyright ©2014 Lani Lynn Vale
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This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events, and incidents are either the products of the author’s imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.
Dedication
This book is dedicated to the members of the military and their families that support by them. The ones that made it possible for you to sit down and enjoy this book. You have sacrificed a lot for us, and the thanks you all receive is not nearly enough.
I’d also like to give a shout out to the authors Jessie Lane, and Chelsea Camaron for supporting me in writing this series. Thank you, Jessie, for answering my unending questions, and being a good friend. You’ve done some kick ass covers and done so much for me that I cannot say thank you enough. I’d mow your lawn for you if you lived closer.
To my editor Asli, thank you so much for working with me and editing my babies. You’ll never know how much your kindness means to me.
Finally, to my family. To my husband, who took the kids outside to play, cooked dinner, and cleaned up around me while I finished writing a scene in my book. To my kids for spilling that coke in my lap and then running away (I love you anyways!) To my mom and sister for reading my books and telling me they were the shit. I love you all!
Him
James had plans for his life. Those plans were derailed by the surprise arrival of his daughter. His life revolved around her. Then
she
arrived with her beautiful brown hair that was made to wrap around his wrist, and a butt that was to die for in a tight pair of jeans. Nevertheless, he didn’t need any more drama in his life. His ex-girlfriend was stirring enough of that up for ten women. Yet, there was something about her that soothed his soul.
Her
Shiloh’s made it her life’s mission to protect the innocent children she can from the big, bad, scary things that lurk in the darkness. She has an inane curiosity for life and craves knowledge. Which is why when she starts poking around in her father’s business, she inadvertently starts something in to motion that threatens her very existence. Her father, the one man that was always supposed to be there for her, drops her off with a brother she never knew she had and leaves. Making her question the father she obviously never really knew at all. Then she meets
him
, and she doesn’t think her life’s so bad after all. The sexy biker turned SWAT officer sets her nerve cells to igniting, and she relishes in every single second of it.
Him
He knew life could change in an instant. One soul crushing instant.
When he’s presented with the aspect of losing Shiloh before he’s ever even had her, he decides it’s time to grab life by the handlebars and ride it like he stole it. Then that threat not only touches his woman, but his daughter. And there’s no power on God’s green earth that can protect them from a father’s wrath.
Table Of Contents
Chapter 1
You can tell a woman’s mood by watching her hands. For instance, if she’s holding a gun, she’s probably angry.
-Earl Dibbles, Jr.
Shiloh
I sat in the wooden chair twiddling my thumbs. I was cold, tired and hungry...not to mention a tad bit angry. Glancing down at my watch and realizing I’d been here for nearly an hour and a half with still no sign of him, I finally gave up and stood to leave. Work came first or I didn’t pay my bills.
Hesitantly, I started to leave.
Except I didn’t get too far.
“Hold her.” Winter said as she thrust the tiny little baby in my arms when she came barreling into the office.
Winter was the wife of one of my brother’s men, Jack.
Jack and Winter got married when they were both young, and were ripped apart after only being married for a month.
She had a shock of red, curly hair, and she was a paramedic for the Kilgore Fire Department.
Following the frazzled woman, I entered the office and stared. I’d been in there earlier, but with no one answering, I felt uncomfortable about staying inside and I sat on the chair that was propped outside the office instead.
Once her hands were free, she started pacing like a caged, rabid porcupine ready to attack with the phone to her ear. If steam were anatomically possible in a human’s body, it’d be coming out of all her orifices right about now.
The sound of a big truck backing up filled my ears, and I glance to the side and stilled.
“Holy cow! What happened to that bike?” I asked
Winter’s eyes flicked from the paper she was reading to the window, studying the tow truck that was bringing in the mangled hunk of metal.
“I haven’t the slightest idea. What the heck do they expect Free to do? They’re mechanics, not miracle workers.”
Cat stirred in my arms at the sound of her mommy’s voice, but with a little jiggling and bouncing, she slipped peacefully back into sleep once again. “I’ve got to go, Winter.”
The sound of my voice was booted out into left field when Winter’s voice rose to an almost too high octave.
After listening to a few seconds of her conversation, I surmised that she had a reason to be pissed. Winter was currently on the phone with her cable provider while trying to sort out why five hundred dollars’ worth of porn was charged to her monthly account.
“No, you listen to me, jack wad. I’ve never watched a porn in my life. I don’t need porn with the hunky piece of man flesh I have in my bed. If I’m in the mood for porn, all I have to do is watch him move for 2.4 seconds and I’m gone. I have no need for ...” She said picking up the bill that was crumpled and scrunched up from her tirade. “Throbbin’ Hood, or an Edward Penis Hands.”
I stifled my giggles, or at least tried to, but I wasn’t successful. Winter’s glare in my direction didn’t relieve me of them either. Only made me laugh all the more.
I stopped when Cat started to squirm, but the smile stayed on my face.
Winter made a shooing motion with her hand telling me to go while she listened to the man on the line. Winter’s face got darker at whatever the man said, and I decided now would be a good time to leave since she looked like she was ready to lose her shit.
Grabbing Cat’s blanket from the chair, I wrapped it around her tight and then cradled her close to my chest as I exited the office into the fresh morning air. Today was a nice day for Texas at sixty-two degrees, but I knew it wouldn’t last long. It never did.
Texas had two seasons. Summer, and not summer. For October, this was fairly normal temperature at seven thirty in the morning. By noon, it’d likely be in the nineties. The black clouds in the sky also had something to do with the temperature. We were in for one heck of a storm according to the Channel 7 weatherman, Mark Scirto.
I’d gotten a Thundercall from them not even ten minutes prior telling me that the storm was headed for my neighborhood. I’d been ecstatic when I found out that the local news did that. Back in Galveston, they had something similar, but still different enough that it was a novelty.
In Galveston, they’d call when the hurricanes were approaching.
The sharp crack, crack, crack of the tow truck’s bed being pushed up and lowered to the ground drew my attention, and I watched and winced as they let the motorcycle practically drop to the ground.
“This where you want it?” The operator asked from the controls.
James, the unbearably hot man I’d had a crush on since I met him eight months ago, came from the other side of the tow truck grumbling, and my heart started pounding a mile a minute. That man was sexy.
Today, he was in coveralls that were only half way on, tied by the arms at his trim hips. The bottom parts of the coveralls were covered in grease, which clearly showed that he’d done quite a bit of work today already. A black wife beater showed off his excellent upper body, allowing the tattoos on his muscular arms to be seen perfectly. His hair was a deep rich blonde that was cropped closely to his head, and he had a beard.
Although it didn’t look like much, it had to be as long as his hair all the way around. Normally I didn’t do beards, but this man sure could pull one off with excessive ease.
“Well, since you already dropped it on the ground, guess it’s there to stay, isn’t it old buddy?” James rolled his eyes as he wiped his hands with a red rag.
“Sorry, man. It’s not like I can do much with this one. No wheels. Ya know?” He shrugged.
“Yeah, I do know.” James said gruffly.
Turning away from the emotion I saw on his face, and totally avoiding thinking about what the man did to me, I walked further into the garage, studiously ignoring the sign that said ‘Personnel Only.’ and kept scanning the garage looking to see if my brother was in there.
He wasn’t, but Jack was, and I settled for him instead.
Jack was Winter’s husband.
He fought alongside her brother, and was intimidating as hell.
He was tall with the sexiest arms she’d ever seen on a man.
His nearly black eyes were sharp and all consuming, and always a little frightening to look into.
Walking in his direction, I avoided a car that was on the closest rack, and then two motorcycles in the process of being painted.
He looked up when he heard my approach and beamed when he saw I had his daughter in my arms.
Cat was six weeks old, and he was even more proud of her now than he was when she was born. Although I hadn’t been there for the birth and subsequent celebration with everyone afterwards, I did see him once they were home from the hospital, and could tell he was so very proud of not only Cat, but Winter as well.
As for why I didn’t attend the celebrations, I still wasn’t quite sure where I fit in with everyone. Although Sam was my brother, I didn’t feel like I belonged. Sam wasn’t trying any harder to get to know me now than he had eight months ago when I’d met him. The men took their cues from Sam and treated me as a nuisance, even though I’d done nothing to deserve it.
The wives were nice enough, but I felt so awkward around them that I avoided them like the plague. Winter was the only one who’d even said more than two words to me in the past month, which completely surprised me.
Once I reached him, I glanced down at his dirty hands and sighed. “I have to go, and Winter is yelling at someone in the office. She handed me Cat, and normally I wouldn’t complain about holding a pretty little baby, such as yours, but I have to go to work in less than twenty minutes.”
