Biker Chick Campout

By MariaLisa deMora

This story sits alongside 'Duck' (book #8) in the Rebel Wayfarers MC book series. Carmela Estavez is tired. Tired of being the princess, she’s had enough of never living up to family expectations, and she is seriously fed up with people watching her every move. Riding her motorcycle cross-country to meet up with friends, she’s ditched her daddy-mandated escort and is ready to spread her wings and fly. She just hopes she doesn’t crash and burn in the process.

Justin Youngblood has wanted to be a member of the Rebel Wayfarers MC for as long as he can remember. Hurley, as he’s not-so-fondly known, is powering through his prospect period, but not always on the right side of his brothers in the club. This means that at nearly a year into his tryout, he’s still getting slapped with the punishment details. This weekend is a perfect example, chaperoning a hen’s party in the middle of nowhere that won’t get him any points with anyone.

Then what looked to be a boring weekend turned into the ride of his life when in rolled a honey-skinned beauty. He’s supposed to be on guard duty, not on the prowl, but there’s just something about this one. She’s got trouble written all over her, and if there’s something he likes, it’s getting into trouble. This story sits alongside 'Duck' (book #8).

18+ due to explicit content.

Short story in the Rebel Wayfarers MC book series, timeline matches book #8, Duck. Biker Chick Campout, #8.5.

*Please note this book is part of the Rebel Wayfarers MC book series, featuring characters from additional books in the series. If the books are read out of order, you’ll twig to spoilers for the other books, so going back to read the skipped titles won’t have the same angsty reveals. I strongly recommend you read them in order. Available now: Mica (book #1), Slate (book #2), Bear (book #3), Jase (book #4), Gunny (book #5), Mason (book #6), Hoss (book #7), Duck (book #8), Watcher (book #9), and Bones (book #10). Upcoming titles in the series include: Fury (book #11), and Cassie (book #12).

• Language: English
• Publisher: MariaLisa deMora
• Release date: Aug 15, 2016
• ISBN: 9780996748629

MariaLisa deMora

Raised in the south, Wall Street Journal and USA Today Bestselling Author MariaLisa deMora learned about the magic of books at an early age. Every summer, she would spend hours in the local library, devouring books of every genre. Self-described as a book-a-holic, she says "I've always loved to read, but then I discovered writing, and found I adored that, too. For reading...if nothing else is available, I've been known to read the back of the cereal box."

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Biker Chick Campout

Rebel Wayfarers MC

Story #8.5

MariaLisa deMora

Copyright © 2016 MariaLisa deMora

All rights reserved. This book or any portion thereof may not be reproduced or used in any manner whatsoever without the express written permission of the publisher except for the use of brief quotations in a book review. This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places and incidents are either the product of the author's imagination, or are used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is entirely coincidental.

First Published 2016

ISBN-13: 978-0-9967486-2-9

DEDICATION

To my son, who amazes me every day with his capacity for love and life: Love ya, bubba.

BIKER CHICK CAMPOUT

The segregated circles in which motorcycle club princesses and prospective members travel seldom collide. When they do, if romance is involved, it can be an improbable match at best.

Carmela Estavez is tired. Tired of being the princess, she’s had enough of never living up to family expectations, and she is seriously fed up with people watching her every move. Riding her motorcycle cross-country to meet up with friends, she’s ditched her daddy-mandated escort and is ready to spread her wings and fly. She just hopes she doesn’t crash and burn in the process.

Justin Youngblood has wanted to be a member of the Rebel Wayfarers MC for as long as he can remember. Hurley, as he’s not-so-fondly known, is powering through his prospect period, but not always on the right side of his brothers in the club. This means that at nearly a year into his tryout, he’s still getting slapped with the punishment details. This weekend is a perfect example, chaperoning a hen’s party in the middle of nowhere that won’t get him any points with anyone.

Then what looked to be a boring weekend turned into the ride of his life when in rolled a honey-skinned beauty. He’s supposed to be on guard duty, not on the prowl, but there’s just something about this one. She’s got trouble written all over her, and if there’s something he likes, it’s getting into trouble.

Contents

Biker Chick Campout

Thank you

ACKNOWLEDGMENTS

Originally written as a short story for the charity anthology Biker Chicks: An Anthology of Hot MC Romance, what you are reading now is a much-expanded version. In the original short story, we saw everything from Carmela Estavez’ perspective. Now, we have a window into Justin Youngblood’s world, and I hope you like what you see.

Enjoy!

Woofully yours,

~ML

Biker Chick Campout

Hurley

"You gotta be fuckin’ kiddin’ me." Justin Youngblood ground his teeth together in irritation when his brain belatedly caught up with his mouth, and he realized he’d spoken those words aloud. Snapping his lips shut on the mutter that was just barely underneath his breath, he froze in place, hoping no one had heard. Quickly tipping his chin down, he broke the stare he’d been directing towards his chapter president.

Not good. Not good, Justin’s head supplied about five seconds too late. This was something he already knew because the vibe in the room had gotten heavy, the air thick, hard to breathe. That shit happened when you had fifteen pissed off alpha males in the same space. Time for damage control. Sorry, brother. Respect. More than willing to do whatever’s needed, Slate, but you sure I’m the one you want in that van?

Justin had just been informed he would be the sole escort for a weekend bash some of the brothers’ old ladies were planning. The timing sucked, because recent chatter across the entire club was about a possible rollout to Indy, and maybe beyond, depending on how things shook out. The call was expected any day, which meant if this bullshit assignment stuck to him, he would be in the woods on the western edge of the state and not in place to make a play.

And he needed to make a play.

Said play would be calculated so he’d be part of something important, the success of which would help solidify his place in the club. It had to be big. Bigger than this girls’ night out party, for sure. He groused silently, Get stuck with this, gonna be a fuckin’ perpetual prospect. I need a real chance to show the club what I can do.

Rebel Wayfarers MC were his family. A true family for him, and had been for years. But, things had stalled since he’d sewn on the prospect patch, and lately, it felt as if he was skirting a little farther away into the weeds instead of drawing closer to the inner circle. One fuckin’ chance, is that too much to ask? Every major run the club dealt with seemed to happen when he wasn’t around, and that kind of repeated slight looked