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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?

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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.

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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.

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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

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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

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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,