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Jailbird - BWWM MC Biker Romance
Jailbird - BWWM MC Biker Romance
Jailbird - BWWM MC Biker Romance
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Jailbird - BWWM MC Biker Romance

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Nia doesn't know if she can take any more pain. Her heart has been broken in ways that she never thought possible. Everything that she told herself that she would not tolerate, she has and everything that Jordan Rivers said that he wouldn't do, he did. Yet, Nia still can't seem to walk away. She is in too deep to give up now, at least, not without a fight. It seems that she is not the only one who believes that Jordan is worth fighting for. Jordan and Nia's love is far from a fairy tale. In actuality, what they face, many couples have gone through and will go through, but what's different, is how they handle adversity. Will these two grow together or grow apart? Is their love strong enough to withstand? Only time will tell and Jordan is facing a lot of it. Nia must decide if love is worth fighting for or if it would be easier to just walk away. Will Jordan finally be a man and stand up for the woman he loves? In this love story, Nia and Jordan find out that love is an action word and it takes effort.

** Standalone short story, no cliffhangers. 

LanguageEnglish
Release dateNov 10, 2018
ISBN9781386047421
Jailbird - BWWM MC Biker Romance

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    Jailbird - BWWM MC Biker Romance - Kierra Baxter

    Jailbird

    Chapter 1. Saturday

    When we finally made it home, it was late and I was emotionally exhausted and drained. Stopping at my parents’ house on my way home had left me feeling hopeless about an already bleak situation. After all of that running around to get the money together for Jordan’s bail, they tell me that he needs a second co-signer. Something told me that it would be much easier to break him out my damn self than to find another co-signer. I was the only fool stupid enough to co-sign in the first place. He had wanted my mom to co-sign, but I already knew from past experiences that he was barking up the wrong tree. My mom hadn’t even co-signed for my cousin, and he still sat in prison to this very day.

    By the time I pulled into the parking lot of my apartment complex, the lot was full, as usual at this hour and I had to park further away from the front entrance. I parked and cut off the car lights. I took the keys out of the ignition and opened the front door. My one-year-old son was still awake despite the fact that it was a little after midnight. I was currently working on getting him back on a schedule, but that meant getting myself back on some sort of schedule as well. I slung the diaper bag over my shoulder, unbuckled the straps and freed my son from his car seat. Once I had everything, I shut and locked the car and began walking across the parking lot toward the front door.

    Standing outside, a young woman smoked a cigarette and danced to music that only she could hear through her headphones. She smiled at me and I smiled back. At least someone’s having a goodnight, I thought as I passed her. I flashed my pass card to get into the building and headed toward the elevators. There was already one on the first floor so when I pressed the up arrow, the elevator doors opened immediately. I stepped inside and pressed the button for the second floor. When we got out of the elevator, I carried the two bags and my son all the way down the long hallway until we got to our door. Balancing him and the bags, I unlocked the door and let us in, not putting him down until the door was closed behind us. The apartment was just as we had left it. The Christmas tree was still lit like a bright beacon of hope in a corner of the living room. I turned on the other lights as I walked through the apartment.

    I let my mom know that we had made it home safely and then proceeded to remove my sons coat and shoes, as well as my own. I could feel relief flood my body. Even though my spirits were low, it did feel good to be home. I tried to put Jordan’s incarceration out of my mind, at least for the time being, so that I could do what I needed to do for myself and my son. The serenity prayer flashed through my head as I realized that I had done all that I could and now I needed to accept

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