Above & Below: Mountain Misfits MC Prologue by Deja Voss

She’ll make him burn down the past and forge the future from the ashes

Gavin:
Up on the mountain I’m of club royalty. I am the legacy.
I am the man who was sent to save the Mountain Misfits MC from my father’s need for destruction.
But maybe I don’t want to take on this burden anymore.
Maybe I want a white picket fence and a good woman to settle down with.
Maybe I’m tired of this blood on my hands.
Or maybe I want it all. One foot on the mountain, the other down below, chasing after a woman who doesn’t see me for the man I truly am. A woman who likes my leather cut. A woman who’s smart enough to know better, but damaged enough to not care.

Sloan:
When you rely on a man for everything, the only thing you are worth is your word.
And if my word is my worth, then I am worth nothing.
I took my ex’s money as fast as he was willing to give it to me.
I watched him sell heroin to pay my college tuition.
I played his games, lived in his mansion, and lied through my teeth until I put him behind bars.
And now I have nothing. Nothing but the scars on my arm and the sneers of my colleagues.
What’s one more bad decision when my life is made of many? Especially when that bad decision smells like leather and motor oil and looks like the kind of guy who might just be worse than me.

SKU: B07G5CPW33 Category: Romance Tags: action adventure, mc, motorcycle club

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By night, I'm a bartender at your local dive.
By day, I'm sitting at the library behind my laptop with a gallon of coffee writing stories inspired by these amazing characters who I've met along the way.
I live in the woods with my two rottweilers and my husband, and try to get out for a trail run a couple times a week. My favorite things to write about are mountain men and motorcycle clubs, and my current series is a combination of both!

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I turn around to see who’s talking to me, and my brain turns to mush. He’s gorgeous. Tall and built, with a scruffy black beard covering his chiseled jawline. His eyes are as black as the night sky. Tight jeans, leather cut, one hundred percent trouble waiting to happen. Nothing wrong with a man in uniform, even if that uniform means “I’ll break your heart and steal your wallet.”
I instantly feel self-conscious in my leggings and t-shirt. I was so worried about getting Olive perfectly presentable that I didn’t even think about myself.
“Slow your roll, sister,” I think. I’m in no mental state for even a one-night stand with this big bad wolf. I can still enjoy looking at him, though.
“What are you doing out here by yourself?” he asks. “Where’s your old man?”
“In jail!” I want to say. But that’s probably a little too much too soon.
“I don’t have one. I’m actually just waiting for a friend.”
“Oh. Do I know you?”
“I don’t think so.” I stand up and offer him my hand. “I’m Sloan.”
Bad move. Now we’re touching. Olive is wrong. My lady parts are not broken at all. Now I’m just being crazy. I don’t even know this person. For all I know, he could be a murderer, or even worse, married. My mind is screaming run away, but my legs won’t move.
“I’ll get out of here,” I say.
“You should stay.” He sits down on the rock and motions for me to join him. “I’m Gavin, by the way.”