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    Dirty Ride
    Dirty Ride
    Dirty Ride
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    Dirty Ride

    By Chantal Fernando

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    From USA TODAY bestselling author Chantal Fernando comes a brand new Wind Dragons Motorcycle Club e-novella, full of sexy bad-boy bikers, strong heroines, and steamy romance!

    Even by Wind Dragon Motorcycle Club standards, Irish was always a bit of a dark horse. Not one to confide his secrets, such as where he got that mysterious scar across his neck, he’s quick with his fists and even quicker to jump to the defense of his MC. But is he nimble enough to handle the woman he never saw coming? Or will she leave him with a matching scar across his heart?

    Featuring scorching hot chemistry and plenty of sass, Dirty Ride is sure to rev your engine and get you immediately hooked!
    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherPocket Star
    Release dateFeb 8, 2016
    ISBN9781501139642
    Dirty Ride
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    Chantal Fernando

    Chantal Fernando is the New York Times, USA Today and Amazon Bestselling Author of numerous novels, including Maybe This Time, The Wind Dragons MC Series, The Cursed Ravens MC and many more. Born in Sri Lanka, Chantal moved to Western Australia as a child, where she still resides. At age thirty two, Chantal has published over thirty novels, and has no intention of slowing down. When not reading, writing or daydreaming, she can be found enjoying life with her three sons and family.

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    • 4/5
      I have really enjoyed this series so far and even though Irish has been a character mostly in the background so far I was still eager to read this novella. Right from the start of the novella I knew that I loved Irish. He is a perfect alpha. I wasn't as sold on Tina though. I think both of them could have stood to have been fleshed out more (as the plot could have been too). I understand that this is a novella and as such it will be short but the story definitely suffered because of it. I wanted to read more about both of Irish and Tina's pasts and would have liked the conflict to have been more developed. I also didn't like that there weren't that many appearances of other characters that I love from this series. I am really excited to read the next book in this series, which follows Rake, as it looks like it is going to be really good. Thanks to Netgalley and the publisher for the galley.
    • 5/5
      It's time for Irish and his long awaited story. The story start as he meets a mouthy redhead and is immediately taken by her. Valentina, or Tina has had it hard for the last few years. When she finally finds the strength to leave it all behind, she makes a determined effort to live her life for herself and no one else, to be free, and to never be afraid again.By chance, she meets Irish in Knox Tavern, and he turns out to be Tina's knight in shining armour.This was a great ride. Irish is a smooth talker and has a sly grin to go with it, but he has a tough side too, you don't want to mess with him. Tina was a tough gal also, she'd had her fair share of trouble in her life and wasn't going back there again, thank you! What a gal!I love the Wind Dragons, and I loved this story. 5/5.
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      This is my favourite of the series until this point. The heroine doesn't have the same personality like the 3 first girls, and I really love Irish.

    Book preview

    Dirty Ride - Chantal Fernando

    PROLOGUE

    HE’S late. Again.

    I sit down at the dinner table, where the now-cold food congeals, and cover my face with my hands.

    Two hours late. Again.

    What am I going to do? How long am I going to live like this, waiting for him to change?

    I need to make myself realize that the Darren I fell in love with isn’t the man he is now.

    Ten years of my life I’ve given him.

    Ten.

    My first love, my first boyfriend, the man I thought I’d marry.

    And then he turns into such a disappointment.

    No, that’s an understatement.

    He’s everything a man shouldn’t be.

    In fact, his mother should be fucking ashamed of the man he’s become.

    I hear the garage door open, but I don’t move from my spot. Of course, he stays in the garage and doesn’t even bother to come up and see me. No hello, even though I’ve been blowing up his phone for the last hour wondering where he is.

    He’s a master liar. He has an excuse for everything, and I believe him every single time.

    Love truly is blind. I can see the truth now, but does that mean I don’t love him anymore?

    I really hope so.

    He finally comes upstairs and kisses the top of my head.

    I don’t bother to ask where he was, and he doesn’t bother to explain why he was so late. He just pretends everything is okay, that we’re perfectly fine, that all is well in our world.

    How was your day? he asks as he eyes the food.

    As if he gives a fuck.

    Fine, I say, looking up into his lifeless brown eyes. Yours?

    Yeah, good. Work was busy.

    Today is a good day. The days I get ignored—they still suck, but they’re better than most. Better than the alternative.

    I touch my neck, and feel the bruises that still remain there.

    This is how he expects me to live.

    To not question him. To just work and come home and cook and clean.

    To die inside, little by little, while he’s off with his friends, injecting needles into his veins and fucking other women.

    Before the drugs, he wasn’t like this, but there’s no point living in the past.

    I’ve tried to leave a few times, but each time, he brought me back here. I don’t know what to do. I don’t want to get any of my family or friends involved, but if I don’t reach out for help, I’m probably not going to make it.

    Darren the man is dead, and in his place is a monster.

    I’ll never forgive him for being so weak and turning to drugs in the first place.

    Never.

    I decide right here and now that I need to get away, to get out. I can’t live like this anymore, slowly turning into someone I’m not. I don’t care that he threatened to kill me if I leave. I’d rather die than live like this, with him.

    No one is coming to save me; no one.

    I have to save myself.

    ONE

    Six months later

    I KNOW I seem out of place, so I ignore the looks I get from the people around me and stare straight ahead. I probably do look like a criminal, if I’m being honest. The worn jeans and black hoodie really aren’t nice enough to be worn out in public, but it’s not like this bar is some posh place. I mean, it’s nice enough, but it’s still a bar. I have my hood up, but strands of my fiery red hair are sticking out of it, framing my face in messy curls.

    I swallow a mouthful of beer and wipe my mouth with the back of my hand.

    How did I get here? Not here as in this bar, but here, at this place in my life.

    Alone and looking homeless. On my thirtieth birthday.

    Yeah, today is an all-time low.

    Happy birthday to me!

    Can I please have another beer? I ask the extremely sexy blond bartender at the bar, who grins, nods, and grabs me one. I open my purse and pull out some money, then curse as a few of my cards slip out and onto the floor. Sighing, I hand him the money, then pick up the cards and shove everything back in, zipping my bag.

    If you think that hoodie hides your beauty, you’re fuckin’ dreaming, mutters a slightly accented voice from my right.

    English? No.

    Maybe Irish.

    I turn to look at him, giving him my most unimpressed look. He’s good-looking. No, that’s too bland a description for what he is. He’s sexy, in that bad-boy, I’ve been through a lot and I know how to handle everything, including you way. Dark hair and eyes. Add in that slight accent and he’s just my type. Shame about the timing—I’m definitely not looking for my next mistake right now. It’s worked up until now.

    Guess I’m smarter than other men. He grins and picks up his glass of amber liquid.

    Or maybe other men can take a hint, I say, my gaze roaming over the scar on his neck. "Which would make them smarter."

    His dark eyes flash with amusement. You callin’ me stupid, darlin’?

    I glance at the leather vest covering his chest, then look at my bottle. I’m not calling you anything. I pause for effect. But if the shoe fits, feel free to wear it.

    He laughs, a deep sound that I’m immediately drawn to.

    My friend Lacey used to say Valentina, you always attract the worst man in the room.

    I joked that it was my superpower. But, really, it was more like my kryptonite.

    Glancing over at this man, this rough yet handsome biker, I just know, out of all the men in the bar, that he is the worst one.

    And of course he had to hit on me.

    Still feeling the blow from the last man I let get close to me, I should want to run from this man. I should.

    I don’t, of course—but that doesn’t mean I won’t.

    What’s your name? he asks, scanning my face. And why do you look like you’re hiding from something—or someone?

    Tina, I tell him, giving him the nickname everyone calls me. And what’s your name?

    He takes a sip before replying. Ardan.

    I nod. That’s an interesting name.

    Then I’m sure you’ll remember it, he says simply. People remember interesting things.

    My brow furrows. Do they?

    He nods. Yes, they do. I’m sure no one forgets your beautiful hair.

    I shrug and pull on the sleeves of my hoodie. I don’t know. I’ve never really thought about it. I pause. Or cared whether people remember me or not. Especially if they’re random people, because who gives a fuck what they think anyway, right?

    Ardan chuckles. I like that.

    I look over his black T-shirt, leather biker vest with patches on it, and dark jeans. No, he definitely doesn’t look like someone who gives a shit what other people think.

    You going to avoid my other question? he asks, raising a dark brow.

    I nod at the leather vest. What’s your deal?

    What? he asks, smirking.

    The biker thingy, I say, rolling my eyes. Are there lots of biker gangs around here? Maybe I should drive to the next city.

    Clubs, not gangs, he corrects me.

    I shrug. Sorry, but it’s not like I know much about bikers.

    "I’m a part of a club, yes. The Wind Dragons. And this thingy is called a cut," he explains, sounding amused, not angry.

    I take in his features.

    He’s older than I am, definitely. Maybe by five or so years. A strong jaw. Sensual lips I want to suck on. A

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