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Grounds for Divorce

BOOK: Grounds for Divorce
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Table of Contents

Legal Page

Title Page

Book Description

Trademarks Acknowledgement

Chapter One

Chapter Two

Chapter Three

Chapter Four

Chapter Five

Chapter Six

New Excerpt

About the Author

Publisher Page

A Totally Bound Publication

Grounds for Divorce


©Copyright Helena Maeve 2014

Cover Art by Posh Gosh ©Copyright December 2014

Edited by Rebecca Douglas

Totally Bound Publishing


This is a work of fiction. All characters, places and events are from the author’s imagination and should not be confused with fact. Any resemblance to persons, living or dead, events or places is purely coincidental.


All rights reserved. No part of this publication may be reproduced in any material form, whether by printing, photocopying, scanning or otherwise without the written permission of the publisher, Totally Bound Publishing.


Applications should be addressed in the first instance, in writing, to Totally Bound Publishing. Unauthorized or restricted acts in relation to this publication may result in civil proceedings and/or criminal prosecution.


The author and illustrator have asserted their respective rights under the Copyright Designs and Patents Acts 1988 (as amended) to be identified as the author of this book and illustrator of the artwork.


Published in 2014 by Totally Bound Publishing,
Newland House, The Point, Weaver Road, Lincoln, LN6 3QN





This book contains sexually explicit content which is only suitable for mature readers. This story has a
heat rating
Totally Burning
and a












Helena Maeve


Overworked and jaded, Kayla is convinced she’s had her fill of bad boys when her boyfriend’s debts catapult her into a stranger’s arms.

A woman with a reputation, Kayla has long given up on true love. She’s thirty-three going on ninety-four, mother of one with a boyfriend who makes no secret of settling for her. When she’s not doing the books at the local strip club, she’s warming up the stage. Holding off the loan sharks is par for the course, until the night outlaw biker, Booker O’Connor, rolls into town.

Suddenly the bills come due and, in an act of desperation, Kayla’s boyfriend offers her up as payment for his debts to the motorcycle club. But their new leader has a reputation of his own.

Booker’s the real deal, from prison ink to bullet scars. No matter how sexy he may be or how much she’s growing to hate her boyfriend, Kayla has been with enough bad boys to know that she should fear callused hands and dangerous smiles. Striking out on her own seems like Kayla’s best option, but the Hell Hounds aren’t known for backing down quietly. She doesn’t expect Booker to give chase, much less discover that she doesn’t mind being caught by a man who can finally give her what she wants.



Trademarks Acknowledgement



The author acknowledges the trademarked status and trademark owners of the following wordmarks mentioned in this work of fiction:


Old Spice: Proctor & Gamble Co.

Harley-Davidson: Harley-Davidson Inc.

Mercedes: Daimler AG

Converse: Converse, Inc.

The Times They Are a-Changin’
: Bob Dylan

Break On Through
: The Doors

PBR: Pabst Brewing Company

Cheerios: General Mills, Inc.

Honda: Honda Motor Co., Ltd.

Advil: Pfizer


Chapter One




Kayla had long given up trying to make out the melody that brayed from speakers duct-taped to the ceiling. She gripped the pole with one hand and swung in a lazy arc, parting her knees suggestively on the descent. Beads dangled from her thong, caressing her thighs and catching on the hollows of her hips.
Anything to draw the eye.

She dug her fingernails into the steel in an effort to resist smoothing out the tassels.

The fantasy she was weaving wouldn’t sell if her clients knew how much her outfits itched or what blisters she got from the stilettos she wore on stage.

She tipped forward, kneeling to roll her hips. The friction of thin air did nothing for her, but she moaned anyway. That, too, was part of the fantasy.

The lights were low in the club, but still she noticed the smattering of patrons watching her. None rushed to slide money into her thong. It was still early and Kayla’s routine wasn’t elaborate enough to merit the tips. She was the starter—there to whet appetites before Heidi or Lou were ready to take to the stage.

At the far end of the club, a door swung open, letting in the dizzying glare of a late afternoon sun. The light was blinding. Kayla distinguished a couple of broad-shouldered figures before her vision fogged.

Probably transients, in for a drink and a show before they got on the road again. Not the kind of patrons willing to waste their cash.

Chair legs scraped the tile floor down the stage, the loud screech curbing the swell of bitterness before it could snag hold.

Kayla glanced over. A thickset guy sporting an unfortunate buzz-cut waved a four-fingered hand. His buddy—younger, lankier, his chin like the point of a triangle—leered. Their faces were unfamiliar to Kayla, but their leather kuttes raised a few flags.

Zach had promised he’d steer clear of the Hounds.

She was relieved when the music finally wound to a close and she was free to lever to her feet, job done. Zach couldn’t say she wasn’t pulling her weight, though he might have a few pointers to improve her routine.

“What? That’s it?” one of the new arrivals heckled.

The heavier of the pair snorted under his breath.

“First course comin’ up,” Kayla replied sweetly. Her six inch heels and two-foot tall stage gave her a sense of altitude, not superiority. She was still naked but for her skimpiest bra and thong, rhinestones swishing against her thighs.

All in a day’s work.

She breathed a sigh of relief as she stepped off stage. At least in the back office, she had only one fragile ego to coddle. First stop was the dressing room, to change out of her costume.

“Zach wants you,” said Lou, smacking her shiny lips in the mirror. “What do you think of the color? Too trampy?”

Kayla tugged a hand through her hair. She craved a shower to wash away the stick of too many stares. “What’s the routine?”

“Arabian nights.”


Lou met her eyes in the glass. The improbably steep slant of her cheekbones seemed even sharper thanks to the judicious use of blush and bronzer. “Did I mention your boyfriend wants to see you? He’s the one who changed up my set. If you’ve got a problem—”

“No problem,” Kayla interjected, shrugging into a silk peignoir and cinching it tight at the waist. “Arabian nights sounds great.”
For the third time this week.

Zach only ever changed the set list when he had a personal affinity for the routine.

Kayla locked down the thought. She couldn’t afford jealousy.

“Hey.” Lou twisted on the swivel chair and rested her chin on a clenched fist. “You okay? You seem…I don’t know…off.”

Kayla caught sight of her own reflection in the mirror. She looked about as good as she felt. She’d brushed out her hair so it would appear disheveled and wild under the stage lights but in the dull neon gleam of the dressing room, it seemed unkempt. She needed to get her roots done, maybe darken the blond highlights.

She needed sleep, so those bags under her eyes would at least have the chance to soften.

“Tamra’s stressing me out. School stuff…” Kayla shrugged. “Plus, my concealer ran out.”

Lou knew her too well to swallow the paper-thin lie, but she understood the trials and tribulations of makeup. She didn’t press.

“Better go see what Zach wants.”

“No clue,” Lou muttered, “but he looked


Kayla grabbed her water bottle and downed a swig. The shadows of the club concealed her as she emerged out onto the main floor.

She was virtually invisible between a couple of scantily-clad waitresses and men whose attention was resolutely on the stage. The low hum of conversation ratcheted up a few notches during the lulls between performances. This was the time to get refills, order nachos, and get the one-dollar bills ready for the next girl.

Only the VIP area retained its dismal quietude at all hours. With a poor view of the stage and never enough clients to pay to park their asses on leather couches, it didn’t see much action.

Zach was there now, perched on the edge of a loveseat with a mean-looking foursome for company. He perked up when he saw Kayla, relief brightening his pale face. “There she is!”

Of the four, only two men were facing the bar. The others turned at the click-clack echo of her heels. The same three-headed hound glared at her from the back of their patched kuttes.

Zach beckoned her with the flick of a hand. “Come here, babe. Someone I want you to meet…” His voice didn’t shake, but Kayla read his unease all the same. “Kayla’s my best girl,” he told his new friends.

She forged a smile as he pulled her into his lap. He smelled of Mary Jane and Old Spice, but she was willing to put up with it as long as he kept his arms locked around her waist. These days it felt like he only held her when he was drunk.

“Hi,” Kayla breathed.

She wasn’t sure who she was supposed to be looking at. The men made no move to introduce themselves, much less shied from staring at the flash of upper thigh visible between the folds of the peignoir. Three of them sported tattoos on their arms. Two had shiv marks on their cheeks that looked a little too deliberate for accidents.

Zach tightened his hold around her midriff. “What do you think, Booker?” He was like a puppy, yapping for approval.

“You sleepin’ with her?” one of the men asked. He lived at the intersection of scarred
tatted-up, but it was the idle crack of knuckles against his jaw that had Kayla itching to get away. His kutte was patched with all kinds of iconography, from a Monmouth, NV rectangle on his breast to a one-percenter emblem lower down.

Kayla knew enough about gang colors and biker insignias to guess that they were outlaws.

“Yes,” Zach said, wresting her from her thoughts.

Booker clucked his tongue. “Offerin’ up your old lady… Don’t think I’ve heard that one before.” The ‘9’ on his kutte caught Kayla’s attention. Then the skull and crossbones.

“Offering up for what?” Kayla murmured, meaning the question for Zach.

He ignored her. “Look, man. I’m telling you… She’s good. It’ll cost me not to have her on the floor tonight, but I’ll carry the expense. I want to square things off with the Hounds. It’s been bugging me for months—”

“Thirty Gs,” Booker said. “’Less there’s three more where your
best girl
came from, she ain’t gon’ be enough.”

“You owe the Colonel money,” added another thug. “Not pussy.”

Too shocked to speak, Kayla registered the bobbing of Zach’s throat against her shoulder.

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