Trapped with the Bad Boy: Wild Preachers Club, #2

By Winter Travers

Two months on a tour bus with no responsibilities other than to rock the asses off of the audience every night? 
Sign me up.

I didn't factor literally being trapped on the tour bus with Jonas Rowe though.
The drop-dead gorgeous lawyer and I have a past. A past I never thought I would have to revisit. 
Beneath that suit is a reformed bad boy who used to be exactly what I wanted. He dropped me when things got a little tough and he never looked back.
Now I'm right in front of him and he has no choice but to look at me.

Being trapped with the bad boy wasn't in my plans, but sometimes you need to remember where you've been to get where you're going.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Winter Travers
• Release date: Oct 8, 2020
• ISBN: 9781393684114

Book preview

Dear Reader!

What a year! Quarantine has been tough! That is why we have come together to bring you ten brand new books with ten amazing new book boyfriends to fall in love with! These couples find themselves in all kinds of shenanigans. From getting stuck in an elevator to a tornado, we have a little something for everyone!

From our home to yours, we wish you health, happiness and dirty books!

Always,

Love Trap Authors

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Table of Contents

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

Chapter 10

Chapter 11

Chapter 12

Chapter 13

Chapter 14

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Chapter One

Maud

G et on the fucking bus.

I’ll walk. I folded my arms over my chest and narrowed my eyes at Harrison.

You’re walking to Spokane? Harrison drawled.

It wasn’t that far. A hundred miles? I could make it there before the show. If I became the roadrunner. I’m not getting on the bus, Harrison.

Why the fuck not? he thundered.

Jonas Rowe.

He was on that damn bus, and I was not riding to Spokane with him on it.

I’ll get an Uber. I pulled out my phone and swiped the app.

Harrison grabbed my phone. You got money flowing out of your butthole I don’t know about? An Uber to Spokane, Maud?

I growled and tried to snatch my phone from him. I’m not broke, Harrison. None of us are. It’s not like two years ago when we were all living in your parent's basement. Things had been progressively getting better for the Wild Preacher’s Club. We were on our tour's final leg that we had actually made a pretty penny off of. Not to mention, our fanbase had almost tripled in the past year.

Touring non-stop for almost a year would do that.

Once Harrison had pulled his head out of his ass, we had set off on what would have been a two-month tour, which turned into a year-long tour.

All I had to do was get on the bus, and we would be at our fourth to last stop before Thanksgiving.

But, as I mentioned before, Jonas Rowe was on the bus.

My tour bus.

The bus for the band I was a part of.

The band he didn’t like.

It’s too crowded on there, Harrison. I’ll just find my own way to Spokane.

Harrison squinted and leaned toward me. You wanna elaborate on that for me. The only difference from when we pulled into Murray, Idaho is Ruby’s brother climbed those stairs.

I fought back my lip curling. Crowded, I growled.

Tell me what the fuck is going on in your head, or I am going to pick you up and physically put you on that bus.

Fucking Harrison. I didn’t want to tell him the real reason why I didn’t want to get on the bus. Just leave me.

He shook his head. You got ten seconds to tell me what the hell is going on, or I’m going to scream at the top of my lungs ‘Maud Parker lip-syncs and can’t play a guitar’.

You wouldn’t dare, I growled. Those were the two bullshit things said to me online and in-person that drove me absolutely fucking insane. I will punch you in the nuts if you do it.

Harrison stepped back and held up a finger. One. He added another finger, Two.

I gritted my teeth. You’re supposed to be my family.

He added one more finger. Three.

I glared at him as he kept counting and added five more fingers to his count.

Almost to nine, Maud. You ready to tell the whole world that they are right about you? He looked around. There is a bit of a crowd here. You know how social media works, too. It’ll be all over the interwebs and in the fan group before we cross the city limit sign.

You’re not my family anymore.

He shrugged. Nine, he drawled as he held up on more finger.

His eyes connected with mine. He wasn’t going to stop. He was going to yell to everyone around the lies the internet loved to spew about me.

T-t-t, he stuttered.

Fine! I hissed. We dated, and he dumped me, okay? I leaned toward him. Are you happy? I was still finding my own way to Spokane. The conditions of me telling him why I didn’t want to get on the bus had nothing to do with me actually getting on the bus.