Title: Right To My Wrong
Series: The Heroes of the Dixie Wardens MC #8
Author: Lani Lynn Vale
Genre: Adult, Motorcycle Club Romance
Sterling and Ruthie have more things in common than they realize, even though from the outside it doesn’t seem like they do.
Sterling is a decorated war hero.
Ruthie is an ex-con.
Their two worlds should’ve never collided, but fate has a way of turning life in the direction least expected. Now Ruthie has to try to come to terms with the fact that she’s in love with a biker who’s also a decorated Navy SEAL. One who leaves for months at a time with little to no advance warning, taking her heart with him each time he goes.
Sterling has a lot of things to overcome in order to have Ruthie, the biggest being her mind.
She doesn’t think she’s good enough.
He thinks she’s perfect.
Now it’s up to him to show her just how right he can be.
“So, what’s your story?” The man at my side asked me.
I looked up from peeling the label off my beer and stared at him.
He was so beautiful, but everything I would never go for again.
Those three things combined made for a man who always felt he knew the right way.
“What do you mean, what’s my story?” I muttered, looking back towards my label.
“Where’d you grow up?” He was a persistent bastard.
“Typical shit upbringing. My dad left my mom. My mom felt the benefits of having me were outweighed by the negatives of having me, so she gave me up for adoption. I never found anyone to take me in, so I spent twelve years in the foster system. When I turned eighteen, I was kicked out on the street, and I did the only thing I could, found a man that could support me. But he also liked to hit me. After a year of that, I killed him,” I said softly.
If knowing that fact was going to scare him off, I wanted to get it over with before I made a friend out of him. I wasn’t a fan of false niceties. I was a rip the band aid off kind of girl.
“Sawyer said you just got out,” the man continued.
I sighed and finally looked at him.
He was handsome.
So handsome that it was making me tongue tied. I wasn’t hot like most of the other women in the room. I was decent looking, but I wasn’t in his league.
Which was why I was looking at the label of my beer the majority of the time instead of at his face.
He’d been sitting beside me ever since I’d sat down, and I couldn’t figure out why.
In fact, he was downright gorgeous. Everything that made him wrong.
And the beard just made it even worse.
I couldn’t resist a beard.
Never could…and never would.
Tall with muscular arms. Wide shoulders. Deep green eyes and a messy mop of dirty blonde hair tumbling over his eyes, he was every woman’s dream.
His beard was one of those that was grown out of necessity instead of style, the kind where you were out in the desert and not near a razor kind of beard.
Which was conducive with the party we were having in honor of him coming home from his deployment in Afghanistan.
“Do you want me to leave you alone, because I’m sensing that from you,” the man said.
I sighed and looked at him, caught by those beautiful green eyes.
“Sterling, I’m one f****d up mess,” I finally said.
He grinned. “Well that makes two of us. I’m a f****d up mess molded into a ball of denial. Trust me. My f****d up mess could easily compete with your f****d up mess.”
If only that were true.
I’m a married mother of three. My kids are all under 5, so I can assure you that they are a handful. I’ve been with my paramedic husband now for ten years, and we’ve produced three offspring that are nothing like us. I live in the greatest state in the world, Texas.