Never Coming Down: Mountain Misfits MC Book 1 by Deja Voss

All he has to do is strike one match to bring all her secrets to light
Gavin:
Only a Mountain Misfit would find opportunity in his own little brother’s motorcycle accident.
An opportunity to finally get Sloan right where I want her. Not just for the night, but for the rest of our lives.
She’s going to be my wife. She’s going to be the queen of the Mountain Misfits MC.
She has everything I need to wash this blood from my hands.
Everything I need to help save my club from my father’s appetite for destruction.
The fact that he hates her more than he hates himself makes me want her even more.
And now…
I’m going to throw her on the back of my bike and give her everything she wants.

Sloan:
It was supposed to be a one night stand with a big bad biker I’ve been crushing on for months.
I’ve already put my promising career at risk by tampering with police evidence and getting tangled up in their questionable club ethics,
but now that I’m up here on this mountain, not just in his bed but in his world, I don’t ever want to come back down.
I’m safe here from my life below. Safe unless someone finds out the dark secrets of my past.
And if they do… when they do… this man who I’m falling in love with will probably be the one who ends my life.

Never Coming Down is a 75,000 word full length motorcycle club novel with no cheating, a HEA, and a super sweet never before released epilogue, and absolutely NO cliffhanger. It features themes of violence, drugs, and lots of steam. Make sure you check out Above & Below to get up to speed on Gavin and Sloan’s backstory before you dive into this book

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This is my debut series, and I'm so excited to share it with the world!
By night I'm a bartender at your local dive, but by day I'm at the library with a gallon of coffee, typing away, trying to exorcise all these great stories I've witnessed over the years.
I live in the woods with my husband and my two Rottweilers and love trail running, cold beer and writing hot steamy books about motorcycle clubs and mountain men.

Here is a short sample from the book:

This ride is bittersweet.
I’m still wrapped around him tighter than ever, but tears are staining my face. I keep the visor on the helmet pulled all the way down so he can’t see it.
He needs to swing by the bar before taking me home, something about paperwork, and I don’t care. If I could extend this ride for the rest of my life I would do it in a heartbeat.
It just can’t happen right now. No matter how explosive our lovemaking is, no matter how great of a guy he is deep down—underneath the cut, the leather, the club—and no matter how hard I’m falling for him, now is not the time. I need to dump all my focus into my future career, and I haven’t quite let go of my past enough to trust him fully. Even worse is the looming possibility that once he finds out about it, once he finds out I rolled over on a drug kingpin to save myself, he could kill me. If he doesn’t, his father surely will.
Playing cool took everything in me. Watching disappointment wash over his face damn near killed me. I don’t want this to be our last ride, and maybe someday I can tell him the truth, pour my heart out to him, but it’s not fair to ask him to wait for me to get my personal shit straight.
The plan is to hang out outside the Bucktail Saloon, and keep my helmet low. I don’t need Olive seeing me here with him. Neither does he. We’d both be in for a lecture that neither one of us needs right now.
All I need right now is the cool breeze on my back and the smell of the leaves getting ready to turn flowing through my blood. It’s time for all of us to let go.
We pull into the gravel parking lot, and he doesn’t say a word. He just slides off the bike around me and keeps on walking. He doesn’t even look back and it breaks my heart in a million pieces.
I sit there perched up against his motorcycle as I watch a group of men pull in. They’re wearing the familiar patch, and I’m sure I know some of them from the hospital. I’m sure they all know exactly who I am just from where I’m standing. I don’t want to wave. I don’t want to make niceties.
They’re fucking criminals, Sloan, I remind myself. The kind of men I vowed I’d never get tangled up with ever again. They would rip your heart out and feed it to you if they had any idea who you really are.
This will probably be the last time they see me anyway. By this time next week, Gavin will move on to his next conquest, and no one will ever speak my name again.