Table of Contents Doin’ a Dime Dedication Acknowledgments Other titles by Lani Lynn Vale Blurb Prologue Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4 Chapter 5 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 Epilogue I Epilogue II What’s Next? Text copyright ©2021 Lani Lynn Vale All Rights Reserved No part of this book may be reproduced in any form or by any electronic or mechanical means including information storage and retrieval systems, without permission in writing from the author. The only exception is by a reviewer, who may quote short excerpts in a review. This book is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents either are products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, events, or locales is entirely coincidental. One day I’m going to know what to put here. One day, it’s just gonna flow. Today’s not that day. Today is a low carb day. Today, I need a damn nap, STAT. <3 Acknowledgments Golden Czermak - Photographer My Brother’s Editor & Ink It Out Editing- My editors Cover Me Darling - Cover Artist My mom - Thank you for reading this book eight million two hundred times. Kendra, Lisa, Laura, Brandi, Jen, Penney, Kathy, Mindy, Barbara & Amanda—I don’t know what I would do without y’all. Thank you, my lovely betas, for loving my books as much as I do. Other titles by Lani Lynn Vale The Freebirds Boomtown Highway Don’t Care Another One Bites the Dust Last Day of My Life Texas Tornado I Don’t Dance The Heroes of The Dixie Wardens MC Lights To My Siren Halligan To My Axe Kevlar To My Vest Keys To My Cuffs Life To My Flight Charge To My Line Counter To My Intelligence Right To My Wrong Code 11- KPD SWAT Center Mass Double Tap Bang Switch Execution Style Charlie Foxtrot Kill Shot Coup De Grace The Uncertain Saints Whiskey Neat Jack & Coke Vodka On The Rocks Bad Apple Dirty Mother Rusty Nail The Kilgore Fire Series Shock Advised Flash Point Oxygen Deprived Controlled Burn Put Out I Like Big Dragons Series I Like Big Dragons and I Cannot Lie Dragons Need Love, Too Oh, My Dragon The Dixie Warden Rejects Beard Mode Fear the Beard Son of a Beard I’m Only Here for the Beard The Beard Made Me Do It Beard Up For the Love of Beard Law & Beard There’s No Crying in Baseball Pitch Please Quit Your Pitchin’ Listen, Pitch The Hail Raisers Hail No Go to Hail Burn in Hail What the Hail The Hail You Say Hail Mary The Simple Man Series Kinda Don’t Care Maybe Don’t Wanna Get You Some Ain’t Doin’ It Too Bad So Sad Bear Bottom Guardians MC Mess Me Up Talkin’ Trash How About No My Bad One Chance, Fancy It Happens Keep It Classy Snitches Get Stitches F-Bomb The Southern Gentleman Series Hissy Fit Lord Have Mercy KPD Motorcycle Patrol Hide Your Crazy It Wasn’t Me I’d Rather Not Make Me Sinners are Winners If You Say So SWAT 2.0 Just Kidding Fries Before Guys Maybe Swearing Will Help Ask Me If I Care May Contain Wine Joke’s on You Join the Club Any Day Now Say it Ain’t So Officially Over It Nobody Knows Depends Who’s Asking Valentine Boys Herd That Crazy Heifer Chute Yeah Get Bucked Souls Chapel Revenants Repeat Offender Conjugal Visits Jailbait Doin’ a Dime Kitty Kitty Gen Pop Inmate of the Month Shakedown For a complete updated list visit: www.lanilynnvale.com Blurb Live-in property & pet caretaker needed. Four-year minimum. Background check required. Generous compensation. Marriage of convenience required. The moment that Wyett Villin read the ad on her local community page, she knew that it would be perfect. It didn’t matter how big the house was, what kinds of animals she had to take care of, or what the compensation was. She didn’t give a flip as long as it got her out of her childhood home and away from the person that she despised the most. Only, she had no clue that by accepting the position, she would be agreeing to watch over the mini-mansion and two large dogs of Hunt McJimpsey, computer hacker extraordinaire, sexy nerd, and convicted felon of Souls Chapel, Texas. She meant to make her life easier, not complicate it more. • • • Hunt McJimpsey was careful. He knew exactly what he was doing, and practically planned every single step that he took to make sure that he always had his tracks covered. But one single mistake costs him ten years of his life, and if he’s going to go down for the crime, he might as well make it spectacular. Three years into his prison sentence, he’s a changed man, and definitely not for the better. He’s harder, angrier, and even more brilliant and conniving than before he went in. He thinks that by keeping up with his dogs’ babysitter, his property caretaker, and reluctant wife, that he’s only doing his due diligence as a responsible person. Only, what starts out as curiosity about what’s going on with his property turns into genuine like for the woman that is caring for what means the most to him. When an opportunity to get out of the hellhole known as prison arises, and the only thing he has to do is join a motorcycle club and sign some of his free time away to help those less fortunate, he jumps at the chance. Not only because he’s ready to get the hell out of prison, but because he’s ready to meet the woman that he’s been falling for, one visit a month, for the last three years. PROLOGUE Hackers gonna hack. -Coffee cup HUNT Four years ago “Oh, sorry.” I blinked, surprised to find myself staring into dark brown eyes. “No problem,” I murmured, my day all but forgotten as I looked down into her eyes. My gaze traveled over her face. She had really long eyelashes. Like, so long that I wondered if they were fake. If I reached forward and grabbed them, would they come off in my hand? I couldn’t stop myself from asking. “Are your eyelashes real?” I blurted. Most people would be turned off immediately by my bluntness. I’d found, over time, that my blatant disregard for propriety didn’t endear me to many people, especially women that were asked about whether their eyelashes were fake or not. “Yeah,” she said. “They are. Why? Do they not look real?” “They’re so long that they kind of make me think that they’re not. Can I pull them?” I found myself asking. So I didn’t interact with people all that much. I thrived behind a computer. When I was out in public, among the human population,
