Meet Wes & July in
Until July!
Until July is book one in
the spin-off series: Until Her!
Blurb
This
is a standalone and a spin off of the New York Times best selling
Until Series.
Wes
Silver wasn’t looking for love, but when July Mayson literally
knocks him on his ass during their first encounter, his world is
turned upside down by the quirky blonde, and every moment with her
makes him more determined to protect her.
July
Mayson doesn’t understand the pull she feels toward the bad boy
biker Wes Silver, but she knows being with him is like nothing she’s
ever felt before. Now all she has to do is tell her overprotective
father, Asher Mayson, that she’s found her boom.
Excerpt:
Until July
I
sit up when I see a few bikes in the distance. I don’t recognize
their patches, but that doesn’t surprise me. Tennessee has a huge
MC community, and there are always new clubs popping up all over the
state. I slow down as I close the distance between us.
The
closer I get, the more details I can make out. The group of about
five bikes in front of me are all Harleys, all ranging in colors from
almost purple to black. None of the men are wearing helmets, which is
the complete opposite of me, who is covered from head to toe in black
leather. Even my helmet is all black, with leather piping.
I
take the men in, noticing they are all well-built, their leather cuts
displaying a large eagle, with its wings spread wide like it’s
midflight. The talons of the bird are carrying a long stem rose, with
petals falling off it onto their club name, The Broken Eagles. I
begin to speed up and pass them one by one, thankful for the security
of my helmet, the black visor making it impossible to see me.
I
keep my head straight until the last guy, the one who is at the front
of the group, catches my attention. From the back, his hair is the
first thing I notice. It’s slightly long on top and buzzed on the
sides. My eyes move to the expanse of his back, the wide set of his
shoulders, and the tan skin covering his lean muscles. His bike is
low to the ground, and the bars are in front of him in a way that he
has to stretch his arms straight out, causing every muscle to flex
and move, making it look like the tattoos are alive and dancing.
My
eyes skim farther down over his chest, which is covered in a white
tank top tucked into a pair of light jeans, and around his waist is a
black belt with a large silver buckle. I continue to pass him, my
eyes shifting from the road to him and back again. This time when I
look over, his head is turned towards me, and if I didn’t know any
better, I would have swear he is looking directly into my soul.
“Holy
shit,” I whisper, taking in his hair, the set of his jaw that is
covered in days of stubble, and a pair of light eyes I can’t quite
make out through the tint of my helmet. He is seriously hot, but
equally scary-looking. I look from him back to the road. It must not
have been even a second, but when my eyes go to the asphalt in front
of me, I see a bird that is trying to make its way across the road,
its wing hanging in an awkward position. I swerve to the right just
in time to miss the poor animal.
“What
the fuck?” I hear roared, and I look over my shoulder at the man
who is now coming up quick on my right side. I yell an apology over
the sound of my engine and his pipes. Do a quick wave and take off,
lowering my body and pulling back the throttle, wanting to get away
from them. Dude looks seriously pissed off, and even though I hate
leaving the bird behind without helping it, I would like to live to
see my next birthday.
I
think I’m in the clear, but then the sound of pipes fills my ears,
and I don’t even know how it happens, but they all catch up with
me, surrounding my bike. I can’t make out what they’re saying,
but my stomach starts to roll at the sound of their voices. I feel my
side to make sure I have the Taser my dad insisted I carry.
I
see a clearing and pull my bike off to the side of the road. I know
this is probably one of the stupidest things I have ever done, but if
they keep chasing me like they have been, we could all end up
seriously hurt. I pull over and don’t even shut down my bike. I
just lower my kickstand as my heart, which was already beating hard,
begins to bang violently against my ribcage as they surround me.
“What
the fuck is wrong with you?” the guy who was at the head of the
group asks, stepping in front of my bike.
I
shake my head as my words get lodged in my throat.
He
pulls me off my bike, and the men who are with him begin yelling
obscenities as well.
“Sorry,”
I croak out, and I don’t even know if he hears me as his hand goes
to the collar of my leather jacket, where he shakes me hard. My hand
accidently presses down on the button that ignites the Taser. The
loud crack fills the air, and his eyes go wide then he falls to the
ground, and I fall on my ass and crabwalk backwards. I look up when I
hit something, only to meet the eyes of another man, who looks
pissed.
“Get
up,” he growls, picking me up. My feet flail under me as I’m
lifted off the ground with my hands restrained behind my back.
“Hold
him still,” the guy who I had tasered growls in front of me as I
try to get away from the anger I feel coming off him. His hands go to
my head and he rips my helmet off, causing my hair to float down
around me.
Complete
silence descends. I swear no one even takes a breath.
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About
the Author:
Aurora
Rose Reynolds is a navy brat who's husband served in the United
States Navy. She has lived all over the country but now resides in
New York City with her Husband and pet fish. She's married to an
alpha male that loves her as much as the men in her books love their
women. He gives her over the top inspiration everyday. In her free
time she reads, writes and enjoys going to the movies with her
husband and cookie. She also enjoys taking mini weekend vacations to
nowhere, or spends time at home with friends and family. Last but not
least she appreciates everyday and admires it's beauty.
