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“You know you can’t keep a good brother down.”

The Chaos Motorcycle Club has won its war. But not every brother rode into the sunset with his woman on the back of his bike.

Chaos returns with the story of Dutch Black, a man whose father was the moral compass of the Club, until he was murdered. And the man who raised Dutch protected the Club at all costs. That combination is the man Dutch is intent on becoming.

It’s also the man that Dutch is going to go all out to give to his woman.



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Excerpt: Wild Fire
By Kristen Ashley

Excerpt: Wild Fire

From New York Times and USA Today bestselling author Kristen Ashley comes WILD FIRE—a new story in our beloved Chaos series. It’s out tomorrow, but I’m so excited to share an exclusive sneak peek below!

They’d made it to carousel seven, and as they stopped to wait, Dutch kept his trap shut in hopes she’d catch his drift and stop bitching about shit that did not matter.

He was feeling optimistic about this when she was silent for long beats.

Unfortunately, this didn’t last.

“Do you not travel?”

He looked down at her. “What?”

She was staring up at him. “Are you not a traveler?”

“I got somewhere to go, I get there on my bike.”

She visibly fought a lip curl before mumbling, “Of course.”

“Though, I’ve been on a plane more than once and I don’t care what other people do with their bags. I check. It’s less hassle. The rest is not my business.”

What made him share that, he had no idea.

It was a mistake.

“It’s literally impossible, not only scientifically, for the world to revolve around seven point seven billion people,” she declared.


“The world’s population,” she informed him.

“You do know, you bitchin’ about this shit means you think the world revolves around your opinion about it,” he returned.

Her eyes got huge.

It was cute.

Goddamn it.

“You got the power to just let it go,” he told her.

Now she looked like she was going to be sick.

Somehow, that was cute too.


“I’m not one to let things go,” she said, and he honest to God thought the last three words were going to make her gag.

And he had never before felt the sensation, but all at once he wanted to laugh, kiss her, tell her to chill the fuck out and share he was going to go get his truck and bring it around to pick her up, and then walk away from her.

In that order.

“Like you cursing,” she went on. “You don’t even know me and you’re using foul language. I could let that go, but that’s not in me.”

Hang on a second.

He turned fully to her. “Seriously? You’re gonna give me shit about my language when you don’t know me either, and your language since we met, both the shit that’s been comin’ out of your mouth, and your body language, has been nothin’ good from the start?”

She didn’t deny either.

She stated, “I haven’t cursed at you. And you’re still doing it with me.”

“But you do throw attitude and negativity around with no shame. In my estimation, it’s not the words you say, it’s the way you say them and the meaning behind them that holds the power, good, or in your case, bad.”

She simply couldn’t deny that.

But even if she kept her mouth shut, for some reason, he didn’t let it go.

He asked, “You don’t use cuss words?”

“Not with someone I don’t know.”

“You’re not the kind of woman to let things go, I’m not the kind of man to let anyone tell him how he can be.”

Her eyes dipped down to his cut then back up. “Right.”

“Like that, Georgiana,” he told her. “Carolyn’s like you and she says it like it is, so it isn’t like I don’t know about you, because she’s shared. But I love my brother and he needed a favor so I’m here when I could be doin’ a lot of other shit. Now you got a tick in your skin about MCs or bikers or whatever, and you can’t let shit go, even when some guy you don’t know is doin’ you a solid when he could be doin’ a lot of other shit that’s far more preferable than listening to you bitch about shit that makes no difference. And just acting like a bitch because you got some shade to throw about how I live my life when you have no clue the man I am or how I live that life.”

“I have a clue,” she told him.

“Oh yeah?” he retorted. “You get that clue watchin’ Sons of Anarchy?”

“No, I got that clue when Carolyn told me who she was dating, and I watched Blood, Guts and Brotherhood.”

Well, hell.

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