Title: Keys To My Cuffs
Series: The Heroes of the Dixie Wardens MC #4
Author: Lani Lynn Vale
Genre: Adult, Motorcycle Club Romance
Release Date: February 5, 2015
Photographer: FuriousFotog (Golden Czermak)
Cover Model: Zac Smith
You’re the Keys
Loki’s life was a lie. Everything he’d done for the last eight years was under an assumed name for the Benton Police Department. He’d lied, cheated, and stolen all in the name of the law. He wore himself thin, and not even the open road could take away the pain anymore. Then his little next door neighbor moved in, and suddenly he had a reason to get out of bed every morning. Except he was an officer of the law, and a member of a prominent motorcycle club in the area, The Dixie Wardens MC. Neither of which she could deal with.
To My
It wasn’t the scars that covered her new neighbor’s body that scared Channing. It was the badge. The fact that he belonged to The Dixie Wardens MC was only icing on the cake. She should be running away as fast as her legs could carry her. But there’s something about Bryce ‘Loki’ Rector. Something that eased the unreasonable fear she felt every time she came into contact with something that reminded her of her past.
Cuffs
They say love isn’t easy, and it definitely isn’t for the two of them. Loki has to learn to feel again, and Channing has to learn to live. Their road isn’t an easy one by any means, but Loki makes two promises. One, he’ll never let anything hurt Channing again. Two, it’d be over his dead body that he’d ever let her go.
Lani Lynn Vale just keeps pulling these stories out! I love them! Every. Single. One.
They are just your MCs, these guys are cops, firefighters, paramedics - the good guys. They just have a brotherhood as well.
Loki has been living a lie. He keeps trying to find his way out of it. Every time he gets sucked back in again against his will. I suppose that's the life of an undercover officer. When the woman of his dreams falls to her knees right in front of him. He knows that a shift is coming and things are about to change.
And Channing (Love that name) changes them. Ever the hardworker, Channing is working double time to make ends meet, go to school, and keep up with her home. So when the shady guy next door starts paying her a little attention she does the same. Raised to constantly be aware of her surroundings, she's aware of everything. His body. His car. The way he catches EVERYTHING. After months of foreplay... They can't stop now.
Loki puts everyday on the line to keep Channing safe. Channing gives him everything she has to give. As they help each other overcome the battles within, Loki must focus on the battles outside as well.
Lani Lynn Vale. God bless. I love your work!!!!! Can't wait for the next one.
“It’ll work, I saw them on Facebook. Another friend of mine made these for her daughter’s kindergarten class, and they were a big hit,” Baylee said with enthusiasm.
I looked at the half banana I had on the stick, and the bowl of melted chocolate she wanted me to dip it in, and thought ‘fuck it.’
Reaching forward, I dipped the entire thing into the chocolate and pulled it back out again.
The chocolate coated the entire banana, and then leaked down partially on the stick.
I rolled the stick around between my fingers as I watched the final stray bits of chocolate drip off the concoction before I set it down on the wax paper beside the bowl.
Baylee was doing the same from her side as well, while we waited for whatever secret meeting the men were having to break up.
When I’d tried to go find Loki, I’d been met with a wall of men’s eyes, none of which had been Loki, and I’d retreated right back to the kitchen and Baylee.
“How many of these do you have to make?” I wondered.
She set the banana pop down that she was working on and reached for a new one as she replied. “He has twenty two in his class, a teacher, and a teacher’s aide. So I’ll make twenty four. Does that sound good?”
Sounded good to me. “Yep.”
We worked side by side for the next twenty minutes while we spoke about our jobs, as well as the fire and police departments that a few of the men in The Dixie Wardens worked at.
“Why don’t you work here?” I questioned curiously.
She’d just told me that she worked in Kilgore, Texas. Which was nearly an hour away from where we were at right now. Seemed to me if my husband worked at the local fire department, then I’d try to get on at the department in which he worked. Not to mention it was nearly an hour closer.
That was one hell of a drive to do every three days.
“Benton Fire Department is a really small department. They only recently started running three engines. Two at the North side of town, and one at the South side of town. They only have two ambulances, and they already have the positions filled for paramedics,” she explained. “Maybe one day I’ll look to get on at the department, but I like where I’m at. I also don’t think I could handle working with Sebastian. He’s too bossy, and I don’t think I would be able to stop myself from telling him to fuck off.”
I giggled. “That would be fun to see.”
I could only imagine Sebastian giving Baylee an order of some kind. Then she underminded him in front of the entire department by telling him to go ‘fuck himself.’
He’d never hear the end of it then.
“I guess I can see why you wouldn’t want to work with your husband. I could only imagine how freaked Loki would be if I worked with him. He’d wrap me in cotton, then probably get shot in the process because he was too busy worrying about me rather than his own butt,” I agreed.
Baylee snorted. “That’s nothing but the truth. I’ve had my own form of protection from those guys myself. They don’t like it when their women are in danger. Trust me on that.”
“Bet your ass, sweet cheeks,” Sebastian’s deep baritone voice said from behind us.
Then the unmistakable sound of a hand meeting the meaty part of an ass rent the air, followed by Baylee’s shriek of outrage. “Sebastian, you big shit. You made me get chocolate on my fingers!”
I turned just in time to see Sebastian put Baylee’s fingers into his mouth and suck.
My eyes returned immediately to what I was doing while my cheeks flamed.
A warm hand sliding around from my hip to my stomach had me turning my head to the side and up to find Loki’s amused face.
His big body was shaking in silent laughter at the awkward position I was in, and the degree of redness still tinging my cheeks.
“What’re you making?” He asked curiously, as he watched me dip another banana on a stick into the not-so-melted-anymore chocolate.
“Chocolate covered bananas for Johnny’s kindergarten class party tomorrow,” I informed him.
His eyes moved from the banana in my hand to the finished ones cooling on the wax paper, and his eyebrows furrowed.
“Sebastian, did you see what they’re making your son for his Christmas party?” Loki asked.
My eyes went from Loki’s furrowed brow to Sebastian, and the expression on his face was comical.
“What the fuck are you making, Baylee?” He exclaimed.
“Chocolate covered...oh fuck!” Baylee yelled. “What the hell, the picture Winter showed me of hers didn’t look like that!”
Winter, she explained, was her partner at the Kilgore Fire Department. Winter had made these for a family barbeque, and they’d been a big hit with the kids.
“What’s wrong with them?” I asked in confusion.
I didn’t see anything wrong with them, I mean sure, they were a little messy looking.
The outsides had drips of chocolate that ran down the length of the banana in rivulets, giving off a vein effect. And the chocolate had clumped more about an inch down from the tip of the...holy shit!
“They look like chocolate covered dicks!” I shrieked.
“And there it is,” Loki chuckled as he pulled me in closer to his body.
“I can’t give these to a bunch of five year olds!” Baylee cried.
Sebastian picked one of the chocolate covered dicks...bananas, and held it up for inspection. Then he surprised the ever-loving shit out of me and took a bite of the concoction.
“It’s pretty good,” Sebastian offered. “You can’t take them to his school, but the guys will eat them. They won’t go to waste.”
Loki followed suit, grabbing up six separate dried chocolate covered dicks and walked into the living room.
We followed behind him, Baylee and I, side by side, as we watched him pass out the dicks to the men remaining in the living room.
There were only seven now, and every one of them took the creations with a wary eye, but nonetheless took a bite anyway.
“This is the best dick I’ve ever tasted,” the old man who looked like Santa exclaimed.
Baylee and I giggled as Trance turned to the old man. “Hopefully it’s the only dick you’ve ever tasted.”
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.
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