Unbreakable Bond (Whiskey Men – Wounded Heroes #3) Read Online Hope Ford

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Contemporary, Erotic Tags Authors: Series: Whiskey Men - Wounded Heroes Series by Hope Ford
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Total pages in book: 47
Estimated words: 45210 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 226(@200wpm)___ 181(@250wpm)___ 151(@300wpm)
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She’s my best friend’s daughter and I have no business wanting her the way I do. Especially since it’s my fault that her dad died. Call it survivor’s guilt, if you must, I just know, I’m to blame.

Still when she comes to me for help, I can’t refuse her. Which means sleeping on my sofa so she can take my bed.

Emerson is temptation personified. Giving into my desires and touching her would make me the worst sort of man.

But everyone has their limits. Being constantly around her delicious curves proves to be my undoing. She should be forbidden fruit, but I don’t care anymore. I want her and I’m going to make her mine.

The Whiskey Men: Wounded Heroes series is about a group of wounded ex-mercenaries. They each have their own battles they’re fighting but with the love of a woman, they no longer have to do it alone. Unbreakable Bond is a wounded hero, Curvy woman, age gap, dad’s best friend, all the feels, small town romance. Each book in the series can be read as a standalone.

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CHAPTER 1

KANAN

I’m jealous. There’s no other way to explain it. Seeing big ol’ grumpy-ass Davis smiling and happy as his bride-to-be walks down the aisle to him causes a pang in my chest. I reach up and rub my palm over my heart because it hits me fast. It feels like a kick, and it catches me off guard. It takes me a minute to remember I’m standing in the front of the room, right next to the groom, and I slowly lower my hand down to my side, trying not to draw any attention to myself.

There is no hesitation for Davis. As soon as Abby is within reach, he grabs her and draws her into him. The way they’re looking at each other seems too private to witness, and I pull my eyes off them, but it doesn’t help any. I’m right across from Olivia. She’s the maid of honor and also the girlfriend of my friend, Jason. Instead of watching the bride and groom, her eyes are on Jason, who’s standing right next to me. It’s obvious to everyone they are in love. I gave Jason some shit earlier because as Davis' best man, I’m supposed to dance with the maid of honor. When I told him the song we’re dancing to is eight minutes long, I was pretty sure he was going to throat punch me.

The ceremony is fast, and when it’s over, I escort Olivia down the aisle, but as soon as we’re to the end, she’s leaving me for Jason. “Sorry, Kanan.”

I laugh and shake my head. “It’s fine. Trust me, the last thing we need is Jason losing his cool, and I think he will if I have you on my arm much longer.” I point at him. “Look, he’s so mad.”

Olivia laughs, and Jason turns to us. He may not be able to see, but he is one hundred percent attuned with anything Olivia.

She walks over to him, and I watch as Jason opens his arms to her, the lucky son of a gun. I let out a deep breath. All I have to do is make it through the reception with a smile plastered to my face, and then I can go back to my little cabin, have a beer, and do my best to not think about the past.

I walk over to the edge of the room and lean against the wall. Everyone is laughing and talking around me, but I might as well be alone. The reception hall is next door, and guests are leaving the church to walk over. I know I should go be with the rest of the bridal party, but I need a few minutes to try and collect myself. Socializing is hard, and I think I’ve done more of it today than I have in the last two years put together.

I try to take it all in. I never would have believed this was possible for any of us. My friends and I were on a mission, and our friend was killed, leaving the rest of us injured in one way or another. We shouldn’t have even survived that day, but here we are.

Davis is now married.

I’m pretty sure Jason and Olivia will be next.

Jason hollers for me, and my time to reflect is over. I make my way back over to the crowd, and it’s time for more pictures. I smile, and we all do as we’re told because none of us want to upset an excited Abby.

As soon as the photographer dismisses the bridal party but keeps the bride and groom, we make our getaway.

As the bride and groom smile for more pictures, I walk toward the reception area. I find the guys there, all of them standing against the wall, each of them with a beer already in their hands.

“You doing okay?” Elias asks.

He gestures to my arm, and I realize that I’m rubbing the knots out of my forearm with my other hand. I grimace and force myself to let go. “Yeah, sure, I’m good. You okay?”

Elias nods once and then turns away. He looks about as happy as I am to be here. Elias hates being out in public more than any of us. He’s extremely self-conscious with the scars on his face, and it’s obvious he doesn’t want to be here, but just like the rest of us, he’s here for our friend. “You know the pain may not be as bad if you didn’t bench so heavy. You lift weights like you have something to prove.”

I just shrug. Elias is right. I know he is. The doctor has said the same thing. I’m pushing the muscles in my arm too hard too fast, but for a year, I couldn’t do anything with my arm. Once I was able to do something, I took it to the limits. Yeah, sometimes my arm goes numb, and it freaks me out when it happens, but I’m not going to stop.



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