The Architect (Silver Spoon MC #7) Read Online Loni Ree, Nichole Rose

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Biker, Insta-Love, MC, Romance, Virgin Tags Authors: , Series: Silver Spoon MC Series by Loni Ree
Series: Silver Spoon MC Series by Nichole Rose
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Total pages in book: 18
Estimated words: 16865 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 84(@200wpm)___ 67(@250wpm)___ 56(@300wpm)
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I’ve been watching my MC brothers drop like flies. One-by-one they’ve been finding their soulmates while I twiddle my thumbs waiting for the universe to take mercy on me.
I thought I was destined to spend my life alone until the sassy little schoolteacher blasts into my life and gives me a run for my money.
One look at her luscious curves and I know my single days are coming to an end.
It won’t be easy to convince Oakley Webb to take a wild ride with me but I’ll do whatever it takes to make her mine. Forever.

If you like billionaire, curvy girl, older man younger woman MC romance this Loni Ree short instalove is the book for you!
These wealthy Texans have it all—Money, looks, power, their MC and brothers. The only thing missing is someone to share it all with. There’s a shortage of eligible ladies in town but these determined men won’t let that slow them down. These MC brothers are going to turn the town of Silver Spoon Falls, Texas, on its ear looking for their curvy, soulmates.
Nichole Rose and Loni Ree are bringing you the Silver Spoon MC Series and these aren’t your typical MC romance stories. Nichole and Loni like to keep things light. Come along with us on this wild instalove ride.

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Chapter One

Lynch

Cowboy walks in the door rubbing his tired red eyes. “Fuck, I need sleep. Pregnancy hormones have turned my wife into a wild woman.” I flip off the smug asshole. As one of the “happily snagged” brothers, he loves to rub in the fact that he’s got a wife and family at home.

“Suck my cock,” I growl without much heat.

“Don’t you wish.” Cowboy sits at the table across from me and argues with Giant while we wait for Cash, our President, to show up.

The Silver Spoon MC isn’t your typical motorcycle club. We’re a group of well-educated, wealthy friends who decided to combine our love of motorcycles with our desire to use our wealth to help others. When we formed this MC, the little city of Silver Spoon Falls called to every one of us, and that’s how the Silver Spoon MC was born.

Landon “Cowboy” Rickman’s family has owned the Silver Spoon Ranch for generations. All the brothers chipped in and bought the land surrounding the gorgeous, isolated spread to build our clubhouse. As one of the most sought-after architects in the US, I stepped in to design the MC’s clubhouse. The large two-story building complements the structures on the Silver Spoon Ranch.

The brothers all have private residences in Silver Spoon Falls, but we each maintain a living area in the clubhouse, too. The club inherited a middle-aged biker and his old lady, Rulie and Gloria, with the property. They keep the clubhouse running smoothly and the brothers in line. Rulie is also our President’s PA. Like I said, not your typical anything.

Between our MC duties and busy careers, none of us ever had much of a dating history until recently, when my brothers started dropping like flies. Jason “Cash” Montoya, the club President and CEO of his family’s investment bank, was Cupid’s first victim. After he met and fell for Hadley, the dominos began to fall at an alarming rate. Our club VP, Tate “Hands” Grimes, a busy pediatric surgeon, snagged a beautiful wife and her infant niece. He saved the baby’s life, married his woman, and adopted her orphaned niece. All in a matter of months.

Before long, Cowboy, Playboy, Bender, and Fifth were also shackled for life. The love explosion in Silver Spoon falls hit my own family when Seth Hartley, a former Navy SEAL moved to town and started romancing my sister. It didn’t take long for the members to realize that there’s something up with the water in Silver Spoon Falls.

Love is blooming for everyone around me, and I feel like the odd man out. Don’t get me wrong, I couldn’t ask for more out of life, but I still feel like something is missing. Something important. I’m insanely jealous of my MC brothers and my new brother-in-law. And terrified that I’m broken and unable to find the perfect “one.”

“Don’t even start your I’m so happy and sexually satisfied shit.” Cormac “Giant” Carmichael walks into the room and drops into the leather chair at the end of the table. “Keep all that gushy bullshit to yourself.” He rolls his eyes at me before giving Cowboy his most intense “don’t fuck with me” glare.

“If you’re jealous.” Cowboy shrugs, daring our brother, the massive six-foot-eight security expert, to kick his ass. “Then drink some of the water.” The townsfolks believe there’s something in the water causing all the love connections, but I don’t believe in superstition.

“The Silver Spoon Falls special water has already claimed its next victim.” Cash strolls in and sits at the head of the table. “Hacker won’t be here tonight.” That’s odd. Finn “Hacker” Taylor, our level-headed computer expert, never misses church. “He’s been spending a whole lot of time at Gatsby Books, and the fucker doesn’t ever seem to buy a single book. I’m betting there’s a beautiful woman causing his new interest in reading material.”

Fuck me. All the signs are there. Another brother is on his way to biting the dust.

“Speaking of beauties… If you’re looking for spank bank material,” Declan “Bender” Valentine, our Rockstar brother, chimes in, “I heard through the grapevine that there’s a new hot as hades English teacher at the high school.”

“Aren’t you a happily married man?” I grumble. I’m fucking done with this conversation. “Why are you keeping tabs on the hot, eligible women in town?”

“For you losers who need help.” He shrugs. “My wife met her at the bookstore last week,” Bender adds. “London thought she would be perfect for one of you lonely, surly assholes.”

“Just because we’re still free,” I point between Giant and myself, “doesn’t mean we need help with our love lives.”

“You don’t have love lives to help,” Cash reminds us before changing the subject to real club business.

After church ends, I’m still feeling out of sorts, and something urges me to take a ride to town. Before I’m able to talk myself out of the crazy idea, I hop on my bike and head for Gatsby Books. Who gives a shit if I’m sticking my nose in Hacker’s business? I want to see for myself what’s distracting him.


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