Total pages in book: 72
Estimated words: 74501 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 373(@200wpm)___ 298(@250wpm)___ 248(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 74501 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 373(@200wpm)___ 298(@250wpm)___ 248(@300wpm)
Read Online Books/Novels: | Wild Fire - Chaos |
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Author/Writer of Book/Novel: | Kristen Ashley |
| Language: | English |
| ISBN/ ASIN: | B082RD9D1H |
| Book Information: | |
New York Times and USA Today bestselling author Kristen Ashley brings a new story in her Chaos series… “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. **Every 1001 Dark Nights novella is a standalone story. For new readers, it’s an introduction to an author’s world. And for fans, it’s a bonus book in the author’s series. We hope you'll enjoy each one as much as we do.** | |
| Books by Author: | Kristen Ashley |
One Thousand and One Dark Nights
Once upon a time, in the future…
I was a student fascinated with stories and learning.
I studied philosophy, poetry, history, the occult, and
the art and science of love and magic. I had a vast
library at my father’s home and collected thousands
of volumes of fantastic tales.
I learned all about ancient races and bygone
times. About myths and legends and dreams of all
people through the millennium. And the more I read
the stronger my imagination grew until I discovered
that I was able to travel into the stories... to actually
become part of them.
I wish I could say that I listened to my teacher
and respected my gift, as I ought to have. If I had, I
would not be telling you this tale now.
But I was foolhardy and confused, showing off
with bravery.
One afternoon, curious about the myth of the
Arabian Nights, I traveled back to ancient Persia to
see for myself if it was true that every day Shahryar
(Persian: شهريار, “king”) married a new virgin, and then
sent yesterday's wife to be beheaded. It was written
and I had read, that by the time he met Scheherazade,
the vizier's daughter, he’d killed one thousand
women.
Something went wrong with my efforts. I arrived
in the midst of the story and somehow exchanged
places with Scheherazade – a phenomena that had
never occurred before and that still to this day, I
cannot explain.
Now I am trapped in that ancient past. I have
taken on Scheherazade’s life and the only way I can
protect myself and stay alive is to do what she did to
protect herself and stay alive.
Every night the King calls for me and listens as I spin tales.
And when the evening ends and dawn breaks, I stop at a
point that leaves him breathless and yearning for more.
And so the King spares my life for one more day, so that
he might hear the rest of my dark tale.
As soon as I finish a story... I begin a new
one... like the one that you, dear reader, have before
you now.
Chapter One
Movie Star Gorgeous
Dutch
Dutch’s phone rang while he was in the T-U-V section at Fortnum’s Used Books.
He pulled the cell out of the back pocket of his jeans and checked the screen.
Jagger Calling.
He loved his brother, but it was hit or miss if he’d pick up a call from the guy.
This was only because Jag was all about good times. Getting drunk. Getting laid. Getting out of town for a change of scenery, doing it on a long ride, and doing it in order to get drunk or laid in a fresh locale.
Jag was twenty-six, it was his time to carouse.
At least that’s what their ma and Hound said.
Dutch was twenty-eight, and apparently it was his time to carouse too.
At least that was what their mother and Hound urged him to do.
Dutch just wasn’t feeling it.
Not anymore.
Not that he ever did. That was not the kind of guy he was.
He could see getting a buzz on, and he did.
But being around dudes who were so drunk, they were either sloppy or turned into assholes, not so much.
Jag never took it that far. His brother just got happy(er) and (more) sociable when he got a buzz on.
Jag’s puking-and-being-an-asshole days ended that night their motorcycle club, Chaos, voted Jagger in as prospect. Then they made him drink to the verge of alcohol poisoning. After that, with the mother of all hangovers, they made him clean up after himself and everyone else who’d over-imbibed.
Come to think of it, that was when Dutch’s getting-drunk, puking-and-being-an-asshole days ended too. Before Jag’s. When the brothers had taken Dutch on as a recruit and made him do the same thing.
These were the ways of Chaos, Dutch had learned.
Even shit that didn’t seem to have a purpose, had a purpose.
Tack, their retired president, was that kind of guy, that was where he led the Club, and he’d cemented them there, all so he could hand that kind of Club down to his son.
Something he did.
In other words, no man wanted to be around another man who could not handle his booze. Who didn’t know when to stop. Who got to the point he was puking and being an asshole.
So you learned right away in Chaos that wasn’t the brother to be.
And they found a way to teach that lesson and made you that kind of brother.
He ignored the call, shoved the phone back into his pocket and slid the volume from the shelf.
Vonnegut. Bluebeard. Hardback.
Dutch opened the book and saw, in subtle pencil written at the top right of the opening page, $5.00.
Vonnegut hardback, five dollars.
A freaking steal.
He set it on top of Rabbit, Run and retraced his steps to the M-N-O section.
He checked and it was a negatory.
They almost never had a copy of Confederacy of Dunces, which sucked.
So he retraced to E-F-G and hit gold.
Ellison. Invisible Man.
He snatched that up and headed to the Young Adult section, even though he knew it was a fool’s errand. He’d checked every time he’d come to Fortnum’s for the last year.