Holden “Havoc” Thompson
My job as the leader of the Moonshine Task Force is my life. I eat, breathe, and sleep it. The men under my command mean the world to me. Knowing they count on my guidance has kept my demons at bay for longer than I care to admit.
The control I have over myself is an iron fist that sometimes threatens to squeeze the life out of me. What I want more than anything is to live again – let go of the hurt smothering every bit of light I have in this darkness.
I don’t expect it to come in the form of a Moonshiner’s daughter needing my protection.
My whole life has been defined by who my family is. In the state of Alabama, we’re number one with a target on our backs. The danger and prestige isn’t for me. I don’t care about the money, and I care too much about the families we’ve ruined.
My brother and my dad are proud of it. They wear their arrest records like a badge of honor. Me? I want as far away from the lifestyle as I can get.
It’s the only reason I ask Holden to marry me. So, I tell myself.
I never expect his whispered yes to cause such upheaval in my life. Even though I resist, I learn some havoc is good – and this one? It’s a whirlwind of lust, hope, and love and all I can do is let it sweep me away.
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Heaven Hill is my home. They took me in when no one else would, introduced me to my family, and have always been here for me. But now I'm on the outside, not able to help the woman who has my heart.
I'm stuck, unsure of what to do, and struggling badly.
If anyone should be able to make their wife happy, it's their husband right?
Born a bastard, raised a Walker, and now a Barnett, I've never quite known who I am. Not until someone called me Mom.
In the aftermath of the biggest deception our club has ever faced, Dalton and I are trying to cope with the miscarriage of our child. The piece of light and hope we had at the end of the darkest times Heaven Hill has ever seen was snatched from us, and even though I'm trying to cope. It's not going well.
Gone are my feelings of belonging.
Gone is my excitement to face another day.
In it's place, I'm hollow.
Since my divorce five years ago, these are the two labels I've identified with. Now, I'm ready for more. Ready to give dating a shot, even with an eight-year-old daughter and twenty-four hour shifts needing my attention.
When Sydney has a snow-day and we have an epic malfunction in the kitchen, we decide to head to the breakfast joint we've frequented for years.
Except today something is different.
Our normal waitress, Emma, isn't all baggy clothes and ducking her head to keep me from seeing her face. Today? Today I feel like I see her for the first time, and damned if our gazes don't ignite a heat I've only felt while on the job.