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I’m lonely, but am I ready to move on? I’ve been Ankh’s old man for as long as Hell’s Ankhor has existed. But Ankh’s been dead for two years, and I need to live my life for me. I love the guys of HAC, but no one’s keeping me warm at night. No one except Mal, and that’s only in my dreams. He doesn’t do long term, and he’s one of my oldest friends. Hooking up could risk the club, yet when it comes to him, I don’t care. I’m ready to live and love again.

I’ve never wanted a guy before. Yet I can’t keep my mind off Dawson. The guy is bad news and headed for the bottom of a bottle as fast as he can. Too bad that’s a problem I can relate to. The only woman I ever loved led me down a dark path of addiction. I’ve been in recovery for years now. I won’t be someone’s fix.

Sure, I can make my MC brothers laugh, but I’m not good for much else. Muscle? Sure. Smarts? Not so much. At least Brennan knows I’m one hot mother.... Well.... You know. No one ever wants me for more than a roll in the sheets. No one except Brennan. Will he still want me when he realizes how messed up I am?

Was it wrong to tell Beau’s mother he’s my boyfriend? Yes. Would I do it again? In a heartbeat. The smokin’-hot fireman isn’t exactly in the closet, but he’s been keeping things quiet for years. I don’t do quiet. All the guys in Hell’s Ankhor know I have to be true to myself. That’s why they call me Tru. Beau and I are nothing alike. Doesn’t matter. The attraction between me and the fire chief is hot enough to burn. But there’s danger in town, too much for us to get hung up on each other. Yeah, too late for that.

I’m old enough to know better than to get hung up on a 20-year-old twink, but he’s just my type. Problem is, he’s scared of bigger, burlier guys. He needs guidance and protection, the kind I crave giving my subs. I’d never hurt him, but how can I convince him of that? Heath is as prickly as they come. For some reason, he can’t believe I want him in my bed. I want to teach him everything. I want him to be mine.

Prison changed me, mostly for the better, but it could never erase my love for Tex. Growing up together in foster care he was my one constant, and I hate all the ways I’ve let him down. Now that I’m free my biggest wish is to settle back into our friendship and life in our MC. I know I’ll never have anything more. But the glances Tex keeps shooting me are enough to make me question...is my brother looking at me differently?

Slave narratives are extremely rare. Of the one hundred or so of these testimonies that survive, a mere handful are first-person accounts by slaves who ran away and freed themselves. Now two newly uncovered narratives, and the biographies of the men who wrote them, join that exclusive group...