Repeat Offender (Souls Chapel Revenants MC #1) by Lani Lynn Vale

About the Book

Lynnwood Thatcher Windsor has lived a lot of lies. Seen a lot of good men go down.

But he will not stand by and watch as the world he’s built from the ground up burns to ashes before his eyes. Even if he has to build an army to combat the problem he sees brewing around him.

One step at a time, he carefully lays out his plan, building layer after careful layer until everything is where he wants it to be.

Every part is impeccably played, his pawns are in the perfect place, and then she barrels into his life, totally scattering every single piece he’s set in motion.

The bad thing is, she doesn’t even realize how badly she’s messed up until she’s roused the beast.

• • •

The day that Six Ines Broussard met Lynnwood Thatcher Windsor was the worst day of her life.

First, she has a public breakup with a man she’s not even dating. Second, she has to deal with a black-tie event that she’d rather gouge her eyes out than to go to. Third, she then has to sit at a table with the one man she despises for hours on end.

Just wanting a break, she thinks she’ll lose herself for a few hours and do what she loves to do best—spend time by herself and go for a walk in the middle of nowhere, spot some birds, and get a little sun. Only, her day doesn’t go nearly as planned.

She walks right into the middle of hell, and at the center of it? Lynnwood Thatcher. The mayor. The man that she took one glance at on the night of his inauguration and dismissed as boring. A total stick in the mud.

Only, he’s not so boring shirtless, in the middle of nowhere, doing things that are very illegal.

At first, she’s appalled. Then her interest gets piqued. Stuck-Up suit is hot! And he has tattoos. Oh, and let’s not forget one hell of a mouth on him!

Then he goes and kidnaps her, and she realizes that nobody is quite as hot as you thought they were when they’re now holding you hostage.


Everyone is entitled to my opinion.

-Six’s secret thoughts


“I think we should break up.”

I blinked.

“Okay,” I said, unsure whether this guy realized that he was talking to me or not.

“I know that we’ve been dating a while…” the man continued.

But my concentration was caught not by the guy breaking up with me that I’d never seen before in my life, but by the man that was currently standing beside me, dressed in the three-piece suit.

I had no clue who he was.

But holy crap, could the man fill out a suit.

I’d never really been attracted to men that were so well put together, but this guy? And he was a man, there was no doubt about that. Whew, he was good-looking.

He was tall, a little over six foot two or three. He had silvering black hair that was more silver than gray, perfect hair that had a slight wave to it and piercing green eyes that made my heart start to hammer when I saw them directed at me.

“…I know that you’re a great lady,” the man breaking up with me said. “But I…”

Mr. Three-piece Suit’s lips twitched at my attention.

He brought a lowball glass of amber-colored liquid to his mouth and took a shallow sip.

That’s when I saw the cigar in the hand that was holding the glass.

It wasn’t lit, but it was obvious that, at one point, it had been.

On his hand closest to the tip of the cigar was a gold ring, not on his ring finger, but his middle.

It had a circle and some swirls on it, and I wanted to walk over to get a closer look at it.

Though, I wasn’t sure if it was the man’s ring that I wanted to look at, or the man himself.

He was deliciously tall, very well built, and looked as if he’d be just as exciting as getting a root canal. IE—not at fucking all. He looked Boring with a capital B.

His eyes turned to the man that was in front of me. The one saying ‘it wasn’t me, it was him.’

When the older man turned and dismissed me completely, I returned my gaze to the man in front of me.

“What’s your name again?” I asked.

“Uhh.” He paused. “Brighton.”

“Well, Brighton,” I said. “I think you need to lay off the alcohol for the evening. You’re drunk and you’re talking to a woman that’s never met you before in her life.”

“I’m not drunk,” Brighton said. “This isn’t funny, either. Jesus, Linda.”