Rebel Wind

By Brieanna Robertson

Hayden, a self-proclaimed nomad and adventure-seeker, rode out of his hometown seven years ago without a backward glance. Running out of excuses to stay away, he’s come home for the first time in seven years to visit his brother and attend the annual biker rally.

He doesn’t know what he expected, but it certainly wasn’t to get stuck going on a police raid. And he certainly never expected to meet a gorgeous, spunky woman threatening him with a spear. If that wasn’t enough, he never thought one chance encounter would make him question everything he had believed about his life.

All Hayden ever wanted was to feel the wind against his face and the freedom that came with it. But in the process of chasing that, had he turned his back on everything that had ever meant anything to him? And how can he pursue the woman he has come to care for if he has a divided heart?

• Language: English
• Publisher: Whimsical Publications
• Release date: Feb 29, 2016
• ISBN: 9781940707853

Brieanna Robertson

I have been telling stories since I was able to comprehend words. While most kids in the first grade were playing tag, I was the one all by myself in the corner of the soccer field pretending it was a gateway to a different world. For as long as I can remember, there have always been people in my head begging to have their stories told. I write love stories. Contemporary and fantasy. The world we live in is greatly devoid of love and true friendship. I write stories that revolve around these themes, as well as the overall message to be true to yourself. We were created as individuals. We should strive to be just that.

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Rebel Wind

Brieanna Robertson

Smashwords Edition February 2016

Rebel Wind is a work of fiction. Names, characters, and incidents are the products of the author’s imagination and are either fictitious or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.

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Copyright © 2016 by Brieanna Robertson

All rights reserved

Published by

Whimsical Publications, LLC

Florida

http://www.whimsicalpublications.com

ISBN-13 for print book: 978-1-940707-84-6

ISBN-13 for e-book: 978-1-940707-85-3

Cover art by Traci Markou

Editing by Jessica Keiley

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To Tawny―

My TST, my Shelby, my longtime friend and almost-sister.

Here’s to all our adventures and more to come—because we are superly awesome.

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Also by

Brieanna Robertson

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Serendipity Series

The Road Less Traveled

Better Than Chocolate

Dark Masterpiece

Paladin

Stage Presents

Stand Alone Books

Amaranth of the Wild Things

The One Inside the Looking Glass

Confessions From A Studio Apartment

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Chapter One

The leaves were just starting to change colors, dotting the thick pine trees with hints of yellow and orange as he descended the Sierras. Just past Truckee, CA, Hayden maneuvered his Harley down the winding mountain road with mixed feelings about returning to his hometown.

Jackson had been bugging him for years to come to Street Vibrations, the biker rally held in Reno, NV every September. Hayden usually avoided it, telling his brother that he could only afford to go to Sturgis. It was true, in part. He did prefer to go to Sturgis, but considering he’d been living only two hours away in Sacramento for the past year, and Jackson was offering to let him stay at his place for the weekend, Hayden really didn’t have a viable excuse this time around.

He felt like a jerk for even trying to get out of it. Jackson had come to see him who knew how many times at all of the locations he’d wandered through over the past seven years. Arizona, New Mexico, Oregon, and most of California—Hayden wasn’t a person who liked to stay in one place for too long. He started to get restless if he put down too many roots, started to feel like the life was being sucked out of him. Jackson had visited all of his stopping places, and Hayden hadn’t been home once.

It wasn’t his brother he didn’t want to see. He always had a good time with Jack, even if he was a bit of a nut-job now and again. Reno just had way too many ghosts in it to suit him. Ghosts he didn’t really want to face if he could help it.

But he only had one little brother, and he never asked much. He’d been putting him off for years, and there came a point when a person stopped sounding credible and just started sounding like a douchebag. Hayden didn’t want Jackson to start thinking it was him he had a problem with, or like everything else was more important than the only member he had left of his family.

So, here he was, riding back into Reno, a place he had ridden out of without a backward glance seven years prior. The highway was littered with other random bikers—he’d been seeing them all the way through the mountains—all heading to the rally. He heaved a sigh and tried to will away some of the apprehension tightening his chest.

He tried to tell himself that this wasn’t going to be a big deal. He was just going to party for the weekend with others of his kind, and have a nice visit with his brother. There was no need to worry about issues that had been buried a long time ago.

But he knew in the back of his mind, as much as he hated to admit it, that the past had a way of coming back from the dead, especially if it had never been properly buried in the first place. It was like a zombie, coming back to eat you alive. And deep down, he knew he couldn’t run from it forever.

There had to be something she could throw, or someone she could strangle. If she could find some stray dynamite lying around somewhere, she’d be more than happy to blow her car to kingdom come.

No, Shelby, I don’t need you to come and get me, Gina said to her sister on the phone as she leaned up against the side of her defeated vehicle. Yes, I’m sure. I’m fine. I’m just gonna sit here…and bake…in the hundred degree heat while I wait for friggin’ Triple A to get their butts in gear and send me a tow truck. Not that that was going to happen anytime soon. She’d already been waiting out there for an hour and a half. Yeah, I called Mom. She’s coming to give me a ride home after my car gets towed to my mechanic… I don’t know what’s wrong with it. I think I blew my transmission. Look, I have to go. Just call me and let me know when you find out about your brakes so I can figure out if I still get to go on vacation.

She hung up and heaved an annoyed sigh. Of course she was wearing all black, on the hottest day of the year. And there was virtually no shade anywhere on the street she had managed to lope onto. Friggin’ awesome.

It had been one of those weeks. Work had sucked and her neighbors had been keeping her up all hours of the night with their wild, drunken, druggie parties that sent pounding, thumping hip hop music pulsating through her apartment at three a.m. She’d come home two days that week with so much pot smoke seeping into her apartment she could have gotten a contact high. There had also been gunshots at one point. She’d called the cops one night, but that hadn’t really done much good and they were still driving her nuts.

Not only that, but she and Shelby had been planning their annual road trip for the past three months, and were due to go in a week’s time to Ft. Bragg, CA. They were going to spend a week lounging by the ocean, camping in the redwoods, and enjoying some much-needed relaxation.

That was until Shelby’s car, the much more reliable of the two vehicles, had decided to freak out in every annoying way possible. After getting it road worthy, her brakes had promptly decided to go