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The Marked Men Series Books 1–6: Rule, Jet, Rome, Nash, Rowdy, Asa
Jay Crownover
The complete Marked Men Collection - six scorching reads: Rule, Jet, Rome, Nash, Rowdy and Asa!RULE: Shaw is a good girl and should know better than to get involved with a guy like Rule. Rule is the guy your mother always warned you about: he’s used to getting everything he wants yet even he knows that beautiful Shaw is strictly off limits. But what if what you want is exactly what you need?JET: Ayden is a good Southern girl, from the tips of her cowboy boots to the depths of her country music soul. With a troubled childhood behind her, all she wants is a normal life – and a bad boy like Jet is definitely not in the plan. But what happens when the bad boy picks you?ROME: Cora hides a heart that’s been mistreated too many times and she wants nothing less than ‘perfect’. Rome is as far from perfect as can be. Rigid and uncompromising, he’s returned from his final tour of duty a broken man. In the search for perfect, imperfection might just be what they need…NASH: Nash is reeling from a long-held family secret and needs something to hold on to – and the nurse with the beautiful grey eyes seems familiar… Saint knew Nash way back when and she can’t tell if he’s the same guy who made her life hell, who she vowed never to forgive. Trouble is, Nash is impossible to stay away from…ROWDY: After his first broken heart, Rowdy decided life was all about the good times. But when a ghost from the past appears, he questions everything he thought he knew about love. Salem left her unhappy childhood behind as soon as she could, but she never forgot the boy next door…ASA: Royal is a cop, first and foremost, so when a call-out goes wrong, she finds herself suspended from the job, seeking solace in oblivion. Asa spent his life on the wrong side of the law, but a near death experience left him rebuilding his life. On paper, the cop and the con seemed doomed to heartbreak – but when love has stolen your heart, how can you walk away?
JAY CROWNOVER: THE MARKED MEN SERIES BOOKS 1–6
Rule
Jet
Rome
Nash
Rowdy
Asa
Jay Crownover
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Published by HarperCollinsPublishers Ltd
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First published in Great Britain by HarperCollinsPublishers 2015
Copyright © Jennifer M Voorhees 2013, 2014, 2015
Cover layout design © HarperCollinsPublishers Ltd 2015
Jennifer M Voorhees asserts the moral right to be identified as the author of this work.
A catalogue copy of this book is available from the British Library.
This novel is entirely a work of fiction. The names, characters and incidents portrayed in it are the work of the author’s imagination. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, events or localities is entirely coincidental.
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Source ISBN: 9780007536283; 9780007536306; 9780007536320; 9780007579068; 9780007579082; 9780007579105
Ebook Edition © October 2015 ISBN: 9780008160159
Version: 2015-09-10
Contents
Cover (#u2911a3dd-d9b6-56b1-a0e9-671336a3a86c)
Title Page (#u4805d42b-b71d-5959-8849-aa6488f5d0f5)
Copyright (#u828ed484-175b-5b89-95c8-8303b0219e08)
Rule (#ue33a743b-f436-5c25-a08d-cc97de6fb855)
Jet (#u904472da-ca3c-514b-ba3a-804298aa7103)
Rome (#u3794358f-2a31-52ee-9f8c-4842fddb44a1)
Nash (#ud3c7ea78-9466-52cb-a274-3ddb8a1892eb)
Rowdy (#u9109ad8e-c27a-5569-a1f1-97aacd2cbadc)
Asa (#u081ce774-8f2d-51c1-b57a-d2fa173ce186)
Keep Reading (#u6b9ecfe6-da9b-50c0-9c14-765036ec2ed0)
About the Author (#uaa32568e-303f-5674-b79f-e6156621e1fb)
About the Publisher (#u5bb587fb-d364-580b-afdf-ccfbed88943d)
RULE
Jay Crownover
Copyright
Published by HarperCollinsPublishers Ltd
The News Building
1 London Bridge Street
London SE1 9GF
www.harpercollins.co.uk (http://www.harpercollins.co.uk)
First published in Great Britain by Harper 2013
Copyright © Jennifer M Voorhees 2013
Cover photograph © Rekha Garton/Getty Images
Cover layout design © HarperCollinsPublishers Ltd 2014
Jennifer M Voorhees asserts the moral right to be identified as the author of this work.
A catalogue copy of this book is available from the British Library.
This novel is entirely a work of fiction. The names, characters and incidents portrayed in it are the work of the author’s imagination. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, events or localities is entirely coincidental.
All rights reserved under International and Pan-American Copyright Conventions. By payment of the required fees, you have been granted the non-exclusive, non-transferable right to access and read the text of this e-book on screen. No part of this text may be reproduced, transmitted, down-loaded, decompiled, reverse engineered, or stored in or introduced into any information storage and retrieval system, in any form or by any means, whether electronic or mechanical, now known or hereinafter invented, without the express written permission of HarperCollins.
Source ISBN: 978007536290
Ebook Edition © May 2013 ISBN: 9780007536283
Version: 2015-09-10
Dedication
Dedicated to everyone who listened to me complain about needing a new life plan all year long. Also to those who encouraged me to just do what I do best. I try to write what I know, just a more romantic and idealized version of it, so this is also for all the real-life tattooed boys who have been in and out of my life over the years and served as inspiration for my heroes.
Contents
Cover (#ue33a743b-f436-5c25-a08d-cc97de6fb855)
Title Page (#u4ba52ec9-8fc5-594b-aba8-988a6fedcd29)
Copyright (#uc7c5bc80-18e8-5124-a60f-3d64f5f6d316)
Dedication (#ub32a3fe0-6280-54d6-bdc2-614a0dc932ed)
Chapter 1: Rule (#u7a35789c-0d86-57b3-9ed9-b5024789d702)
Chapter 2: Shaw (#ucff35f68-20f8-5425-9daf-e1ae83b5167b)
Chapter 3: Rule (#u3a355761-45eb-541f-a55c-4b6e3d40fbe3)
Chapter 4: Shaw (#u7f4c2188-b30e-5c98-9593-cbc580ed05b2)
Chapter 5: Rule (#u964196a6-eb51-5ee3-8d83-4789cff2427d)
Chapter 6: Shaw (#ud22c30a8-e991-5189-b2dc-e011943293ba)
Chapter 7: Rule (#u84707cf5-39a7-5b62-b11c-2fd5a2297ac0)
Chapter 8: Shaw (#u56497cca-15d1-59d6-b4c9-5990bae23c78)
Chapter 9: Rule (#u6004d0dd-42e7-52df-8f08-622e8270f516)
Chapter 10: Shaw (#ub644f314-2a33-5262-9941-28a52983b99b)
Chapter 11: Rule (#u56aff6d8-9bd5-5c79-ba48-08eaefd41828)
Chapter 12: Shaw (#u093852de-05fc-5727-bdd5-a26f446843d0)
Chapter 13: Rule (#u79e7f34a-fbde-5060-8d0d-740ae0fd5a68)
Chapter 14: Shaw (#u66ab4412-5147-5bc7-857d-ccb918fd4faf)
Chapter 15: Rule (#uf4ffcc08-2052-53b2-a21c-04b4301c518a)
Chapter 16: Shaw (#u8733b636-9acf-5080-b547-77cc84278345)
Chapter 17: Rule (#u3d2de1b6-177c-5414-af38-0aa64279448e)
Epilogue: About eight months later (#ueb8eed38-fca5-5ad0-9967-0dbcb9c18f8d)
If this story had a soundtrack this is what it would be (#u70273e6c-e945-5feb-ac95-2773bf6f935b)
About me (#u2e105b5b-790c-5d7b-bac2-d598f61f50e5)
CHAPTER 1
Rule
At first I thought the pounding in my head was my brain trying to fight its way out of my skull after the ten or so shots of Crown Royal I had downed last night, but then I realized the noise was someone storming around in my apartment. She was here, and with dread I remembered that it was Sunday. No matter how many times I told her, or how rude I was to her, or whatever kind of debauched and unsavory condition she found me in, she showed up every Sunday morning to drag me home for brunch.
A soft moan from the other side of the bed reminded me that I hadn’t come home alone from the bar last night. Not that I remembered the girl’s name or what she looked like, or if it had even been worth her while to stumble into my apartment with me. I ran a hand over my face and swung my legs over the edge of the bed just as the bedroom door swung open. I never should have given the little brat a key. I didn’t bother to cover up; she was used to walking in and finding me hungover and naked—I didn’t see why today should be any different. The girl on the other side of the bed rolled over and narrowed her eyes at the new addition to our awkward little party.
“I thought you said you were single?” The accusation in her tone lifted the hair on the back of my neck. Any chick who was willing to come home with a stranger for a night of no-strings-attached sex didn’t get the right to pass judgment, especially while she was still naked and rumpled in my bed.
“Give me twenty,” I said, my eyes shifting to the blonde in the doorway as I ran a hand through my messy hair.
She lifted an eyebrow. “You have ten.”
I would have lifted an eyebrow back at her tone and attitude but my head was killing me, and the gesture would have been wasted on her anyway; she was way past immune to my shit.
“I’ll make coffee. I already invited Nash but he said he has to go to the shop for an appointment. I’ll be in the car.” She spun on her heel, and, just like that, the doorway was empty. I was struggling to my feet, searching the floor for the pair of pants I might have tossed down there last night.
“What’s going on?”
I had temporarily forgotten about the girl in my bed. I swore softly under my breath and tugged a black T-shirt that looked reasonably clean over my head. “I have to go.”
“What?”
I frowned at her as she lifted herself up in the bed and clutched the sheet to her chest. She was pretty and had a nice body from what I could see. I wondered what kind of game I had thrown at her in order to get her to come home with me. She was one I didn’t mind waking up to this morning.
“I have somewhere I need to be, so that means you need to get up and get going. Normally my roommate would be around, so you could hang out for a minute, but he had to go to work, so that means you need to get that fine ass in gear and get out.”
She sputtered a little at me. “Are you kidding me?”
