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    Stone
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    Stone

    By April Zyon

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    He'll do anything to keep her safe...

    The last thing that wedding planner Ava Charleston ever dreamed that she would do was run for her life, but here she is, running away from a pair of murderers and back toward a home she hadn’t been to in years.

    Stone Mayhew is the president of the Silver Devils, a one percenter motorcycle club, so when a brother receives a call from his cousin Ava begging for help, Stone is one of the first ones there to help his friend.

    The moment Stone meets Ava he knows that she is it for him, just like his daddy had told him would happen one day. Stone knows that he will do whatever it takes in order to ensure that Ava remains safe, but he doesn’t realize it will have to happen the second that they arrive back at the Club.

    Misunderstandings lead to more danger, and that sends them all to chasing down trouble through the bayous of Louisiana. But once he finds Ava, Stone vows never to let her go again.

    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherEvernight Publishing
    Release dateDec 15, 2017
    ISBN9781773395142
    Stone
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    April Zyon

    Having been a lover of the written word all her life April has always wanted to expand her horizons and write something that could be shared with the world. Only one thing held April back, the fact that the letters and numbers mixed and jumbled more often than not. Diagnosed with Dyslexia when she was eight years old April had to work her butt off just to be able to keep up with the other kids in reading and writing, so her love for fictional writing was tossed to the wayside for the moment. Time marched on, as it always does, and she forgot her childhood dream of becoming an author and instead focused on what she had to – creating a career for herself. As the endless waves of time passed the shores became less rocky and more sandy, a place where she could find an even foot. That and Microsoft invented Word. Hallelujah. This is where April began her journey into the written world, the world that her imagination had been ceaselessly creating for her entire adult life. Now she has been given a chance to let her literary wings unfold and fly, thanks to the amazing publishers with Evernight Publishing and Secret Cravings Publishing. Now its time to let the dream take flight and watch it soar! What do I write? Fantastic question. I’m an author of erotic romance with flair. I love to create new worlds, love to make strong Alpha heroes and loving feminine characters that make these bad boy Alpha’s want to love them.

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      Stone - April Zyon

      Published by EVERNIGHT PUBLISHING ® at Smashwords

      www.evernightpublishing.com

      Copyright© 2017 April Zyon

      ISBN: 978-1-77339-514-2

      Cover Artist: Jay Aheer

      Editor: Karyn White

      ALL RIGHTS RESERVED

      WARNING: The unauthorized reproduction or distribution of this copyrighted work is illegal. No part of this book may be used or reproduced electronically or in print without written permission, except in the case of brief quotations embodied in reviews.

      This is a work of fiction. All names, characters, and places are fictitious. Any resemblance to actual events, locales, organizations, or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.

      DEDICATION

      To everyone at Evernight, thank you for all that you do. Thank you to my editor for making my books better all around, thank you to the owners who take a chance with me and my crazy wild stories time and again. You are all in my heart for all time.

      To my readers, thank you for continuing to read my works and for all of your support. It is a pleasure and honor to hear from you all.

      STONE

      Silver Devils MC, 1

      April Zyon

      Copyright © 2017

      Chapter One

      Ava Charleston

      I didn’t think that I would ever feel terror the likes of what I was feeling right now. I had seen some crazy stuff in my time as a wedding planner, but never before had I seen anything like I had walked in on at Bethany and Evan’s place. With my keys in my hands I was running toward my car. I had to get out of there. I had to find safety, but I had no idea where that was. I didn’t even know if there was such a place now. I still couldn’t believe what I had walked in on. I had thought that I was going over to soothe a skittish bride, and I never believed that by going over to soothe Bethany I would have walked in on one of the singularly most heinous acts I’d ever seen in my life.

      Not now, Ava. Hold your shit together, I told myself while I ran toward the relative safety that my Kia SUV offered me. I got into the SUV and hit the phone button on the wheel of my car. Police, yes, I had to call the cops. That was the best solution, right? Why the fuck did Bethany and Evan live so far away from the city? It was going to take the cops forever to get here.

      Wait, no.

      I immediately killed the call before I finished dialing the last 1 in 911. Fortunately, I had remembered at the last moment that the fiancé of the bride I was going to placate was a freaking cop. He was a damn homicide detective of all things. If that wasn’t enough, I knew for damn certain that the entire force was so corrupt that they were all in someone’s pocket. It was a total boys’ club, and I knew that no one would ever listen to me about anything I said about Evan. I also knew that Evan had several of the Feds in the area as his best friends. Hell, they had been part of the bridal party, but then Evan had replaced them at the last minute.

      Oh, God, I whispered in the nearing darkness of the afternoon and then saw a sign on the side of the road that read, You can always go home.

      Home. No one knew anything about me in this city, not really. Home. Back to my place of birth, that was where I could go and be safe, sort of.

      With that thought in mind I drove the twenty minutes to the first bank and pulled out as much cash as I was allowed on my debit card and then drove to another one of my bank branches to do the same thing. I then maxed out my credit card’s cash advance limits, and filled up my SUV hybrid and took off for the beaches and bright lights of Eden Isle, and home. It was a place I hadn’t been in more than fifteen years, not since graduating high school there. The honest truth was, however, that I don’t know if the family that I have there would hide me, but I hoped that I could count on a few of them.

      Rubbing my temples and chewing my lower lip, I hesitated on what to do. I had already driven outside of town and was parked in a grove of trees while I tried to think of what to do next. I watched the sun drown in the horizon, the warming rays of its light starting to wink out and allowing the darkness to win. The oranges and yellows soon turned to greys and blacks. That was when I realized I had been sitting there still for some time. I wished that I could call my mom to talk to her, but I couldn’t. I couldn’t talk to Mom because she had died two years ago, and none of my family had come to the funeral. The only thing I had gotten were phone calls, one from a cousin of mine telling me that if I ever needed anything he would be there for me.

      Maybe I could turn to him? After all, Charles and I had always been close as kids. His mom had taken care of me while Mom worked, and Charles and I were within a few years of each other’s age so maybe he would help me? I debated my decision for a short time. I didn’t want to endanger him, but what choice did I have? I’d spent a couple of hours just clearing

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