The Marked Men 3-Book Collection: Rule, Jet, Rome. Jay Crownover

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      THE MARKED MEN 3-BOOK COLLECTION

       Rule

       Jet

       Rome

      Jay Crownover

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      Table of Contents

       Cover

       Title Page

       Rule

       Jet

       Rome

       Read on for NASH

       About the Author

       Also by Jay Crownover

       Copyright

       About the Publisher

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      RULE

      Jay Crownover

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       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.

      Table of Contents

       Cover

       Title Page

       Dedication

       Chapter 1: Rule

       Chapter 2: Shaw

       Chapter 3: Rule

       Chapter 4: Shaw

       Chapter 5: Rule

       Chapter 6: Shaw

       Chapter 7: Rule

       Chapter 8: Shaw

       Chapter 9: Rule

       Chapter 10: Shaw

       Chapter 11: Rule

       Chapter 12: Shaw

       Chapter 13: Rule

       Chapter 14: Shaw

       Chapter 15: Rule

       Chapter 16: Shaw

       Chapter 17: Rule

       Epilogue: About eight months later

       If this story had a soundtrack this is what it would be

       About me

      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


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