I want to thank all of our freaking bad ass betas Maureen, Ahren, Tee, Lindsey, Hayley, KC, Melody, and Skye. You guys are amazing. I adore each and every one of you.
Brandi… You freaking rock. You’re the alpha reading queen. Thank you so so so much for everything.
Evette Reads, you rock girl. There is no way I could’ve done this without you. Thanks for being my sounding board and my friend. I know I call you my personal assistant, but you’re really my savior.
Kendra, Kellie, and Angel: Thank you guys for making the final product the bomb!
To all our bloggers: Each and every one of you ROCK! You are the backbone of the writing community. We appreciate you more than you will ever know.
David, Jess, and Bailey: I know you guys have to pick up my slack, when I’m lost in book word. Thanks for not complaining too much. I promise to make lasagna and meatloaf for you soon.
Dawn, thanks for being by my side. You make working a freaking blast. Love you, chicky. (But, next time, no more discussions of anal sex.)
To my readers: Thank you for taking this wild ride with me. I hope you enjoy reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it.
I def need to thank my mega bitch Brandi. She is my sister queen reader. When she read this as our Alpha Reader, and loved it, even declared she wanted to be a Pimptress too, haha, I knew this book was a good one. Thanks B for being awesome.
To my first round of beta readers Maureen, Ahren, Tee and Skye, thank you for all the feedback, all the notes you gave helped us to build this story more, made it longer, and just overall, made it that much better.
To my second round of beta readers Lindsey, Hayley, KC, Melody – Thank you!! You ladies read this sort of books all the time, and love them, so having your input on Lady made us sigh a huge sigh of relief.
To Evette for helping Emily and I with this! Appreciate it! And thanks for being an awesome assistant, even though I don’t really take advantage of it lol, but I’ll try harder! ;)
To my best friend Nikki, this is 5 books I’ve put out. Where the hell is yours woman! You’ve been working on it longer than I started writing! Ha, get to it! Love you! And I hope we get to meet in person before Nash and Ava get married ;)
To Emily, you have made writing together so flippen enjoyable. Seriously, you friggen rock.
To my hubby, I love you! Thanks for keeping the kids busy when it got close to deadline time so I could make sure this was finished. I know books and reading are not interesting to you, but every day you ask about my books, and support me. That means the world to me.
And last, to my readers, thank you for loving my work, and supporting me as an author. Emily and I are going to be working hard, to try and get Broken done before this baby comes out, that way, you don’t have to wait forever and a day for us to get back to writing. While I have this baby I will be on hiatus, so I appreciate you awesome people in being patient with us.
This one is for all the old ladies out there. Hope each and every one of you have your own Kidd. – Emily
This book is for my girl, Brandi, just because. – Dawn
Renegade Lady contains adult situations some readers may find offensive. This is a raw and gritty story involving under-age rape, explicit sex, graphic language, violence and drug use. Not intended for readers under 18.
Renegade Sons MC Book One
Jenna “Ice” Chandler grew up as part of a motorcycle club. She considered it her home, until one wrong move made it her prison. After months of abuse, she is rescued by Chipper, who takes her to Big Clifty, Missouri, home of the Renegade Sons MC.
Kiddrick “Kidd” Jones is the president of the Renegades. He knows there is something special about Ice the moment his older brother, Chipper, brings her into the club, but stays away, because she is too young.
When time comes for Ice to take her place in the club, she has two choices, become an old lady or a club whore. Not believing in love and knowing a man can never be faithful, she decides to earn her spot on her back.
With each passing year, Kidd's feelings for Ice grows and the urge to make her his becomes stronger. Frustrated and jealous, he finally decides it’s time to make her his.
Will Ice finally thaw out and give love a chance, or is Kidd fighting a losing battle?
Renegade Sons Motorcycle Club
“Never Forget and Never Forgive”
The Renegade Sons Motorcycle club was founded by Charles “Gun” Jones, Clyde “Digger” Bell, and Kenneth “Killer” Thompson on Mach 23, 1973.
The three brothers by choice were all members of the 42nd Infantry division out of Fort Campbell, Kentucky, also known as the Renegade Sons. Each man had done at least two tours in Vietnam, each believing they fought for something bigger than their self. A fact they were all proud of.
After returning home from Vietnam, the three men realized that they fought and bled for a cause that many of their country men did not believe in. They realized that they had watched their fellow soldiers, their brothers, die in vain. Even though the men were scattered across the United States, their anger at the situation led them back together. That same anger led them to establish the Renegade Sons.
I stare at the ceiling while Timmons pounds into me. I bite down hard on my lip, so hard I can taste blood. He slams in one more time and grunts loudly into my ear before rolling onto his side. He lays there for a moment, breathing loudly, then climbs from the bed.
I can hear him getting dressed, but I never take my eyes off the ceiling. I just lay there and count. I usually make it to around thirty before he leaves the room. One Mississippi, two Mississippi, three Mississippi…. He’s pulling on his jeans. Thirteen Mississippi, fourteen Mississippi… I hear the swish of his shirt. Twenty Mississippi, twenty-one Mississippi, twenty-two… There’s the shuffle of his boots. Twenty-eight Mississippi… Finally, the door opens and he walks out.
As soon as I hear the click of the lock, I roll off the bed and run to the trashcan. I barely make it there before the bile comes spewing out. When I’m done, I crawl back to the bed and pull myself onto it. Once there, I curl up into a ball and pray that God will send someone to save me today. I’m still praying when sleep takes over my body.
“Get the fuck up!” Timmons shouts, waking me from my nightmare filled sleep. He reaches down and grabs me, pulling me from the bed by my hair. I land hard on the floor, causing pain to ricochet through my already aching body. I slowly push myself up onto my knees and do my best to look at him through my swollen eyes.
“Get the fuck off the floor and follow me,” he says after giving me a swift kick to the ribs.
I rush to get up, doing my best to ignore the pain. I walk behind him, every step causing a stabbing sensation to shoot up my side. He finally stops when we reach the middle of the common room. He takes a seat next to my dad and pulls me into his lap. “Jenna, your Dad has something he needs to talk to you about.”
I don’t respond, just simply nod my head. I learned during my first night with Timmons that things go better if I just keep my mouth shut. Being quiet doesn’t keep him from hurting me, but this way I can’t say something to make him mad. When he’s mad, his beatings turn brutal.