Part 1 (1/2)

Heroes of The Dixie Wardens MC.

Lights to My Siren.

Lani Lynn Vale.

Dedication.

This book is dedicated to my Mimi and my husband's Good Grandma.

It truly makes my day to know y'all love my books.

I also can't begin to thank my mom for all the constructive criticism she gives me. To Jessie Lane, you are my idol. You will forever have a special place inside my heart for taking me under your wing.

To Asli, my editor, you deserve much more than a thank you for all of the work you did on Lights To My Siren.

Finally, to my husband and kiddos, y'all are the lights to my siren. The cheese to my macaroni. The beat to my heart. I love y'all.

You're The Lights...

Sebastian had one rule.

No women on the back of his bike. Period.

The one time he broke that rule, he killed the woman that was carrying his child. If it were not for the quick thinking of a nurse and a trauma medic that he'd been safeguarding, he would've lost his son, too.

Then comes Baylee Roberts. She makes Sebastian want to break every single rule he ever implemented. h.e.l.l, she even makes him consider that dreaded H word: helmet.

To My.

Baylee Roberts innocently walked into her bathroom never expecting that she'd find a man in there. It is her bathroom after all, and she lives alone.

He was supposed to be helping her build her deck.

From the moment he placed his hat on her head to protect her from the sun, Baylee's mind becomes filled with thoughts of a certain biker.

She really shouldn't go there. There's no telling what kind of dangerous things he does for The Dixie Wardens MC.

Siren.

Sebastian has fallen in love for the first time in his life.

But Baylee's brother is a cop. Baylee's father is a cop. Which inevitably means that Baylee is going to have certain hang-ups about being with a man like himself.

It's his job to convince her that he can be that man she deserves.

Baylee has a strong will, and it's possible that he won't be able to break through; especially when her brother hates his guts and everything he represents.

Sebastian has a lot on his plate with his busy job as a firefighter, a single father, and the vice president of The Dixie Wardens MC.

But not too busy to make sure Baylee never leaves him. Baylee's his. Sabastian will just have to convince her.

Chapter 1.

A good man breaks your headboard, not your heart.

-Rules to live by.

Baylee.

I watched out of the corner of my eye as the man, two yards down from my own, stepped up onto the diving board, faced me, and then laid his hands against the top of the fence. Then, unsurprisingly, he leaned his head down until his chin rested on top of the hands that rested on the fence. His eyes were on me as I screwed another screw into the board between my legs.

”If my stupid brother were here, I wouldn't have had to worry about some creepy, old man watching me while I worked out in the yard.” I grumbled, as I tried not to notice the creepy old man.

I regretted taking off my s.h.i.+rt now, but it was so unbelievably hot out that it was either take the s.h.i.+rt off, or give up on the deck until fall. The weather in Texas was absolutely boiling. In the summer months, it reached upwards to 110 degrees. If I lived to be a hundred, I would never get use to this horrid Texas heat.

It was a far cry from the cooler summers in Casper, Wyoming. At least there we had defined seasons. In Texas, one day it could be sunny and stifling, and the very next it could be dreary and cold.

My brother was the one who'd recommended project 'fiasco,' saying it would help the resell value of my house to have a deck around the pool. He'd even planned the deck out, bought the wood, and built the framing. Then it sat for two months before I'd finally decided to just do it myself. Apparently, they'd been super busy at the station lately, and he hadn't been able to utilize his free time like he'd previously done.

Sweat dripped down my chest and back, in slow moving rivulets, disappearing in the waistband of my shorts that said 'cheer!' across the a.s.s. The bra I put on that morning was thoroughly soaked through with sweat, restricting my b.r.e.a.s.t.s like a serpent. The thick material was anything but forgiving, and I cursed my mother for pa.s.sing down the big b.o.o.b gene that required me to wear extra supportive bras, instead of thin cute ones like normal women.

On top of everything else, my knees were killing me. Two years after my accident at work, and I still felt the effects of that night.

That night, my life changed forever. I'd been working my third 24-hour s.h.i.+ft of the week. There'd been a call involving a fifty-year-old man complaining of chest pain, while out for dinner with his wife.

My former partner, Cory, and I were dispatched.

After loading the patient, Cory had taken lead, which left me driving to the nearest hospital.

We'd been ten minutes out when a car had run the stop sign, barreling into the ambulance before anyone had even noticed it was there.

When I'd come to, the patient that had been coding in the back was dead, and Cory was unconscious and fighting for his life. I hadn't been as severe, but I wasn't able to feel my legs from the knees down at the time, either.

The loud roar of a motorcycle pulling up outside signaled the arrival of my new partner. Winter had learned of my side project during last night's s.h.i.+ft and immediately offered her a.s.sistance once she caught up on her sleep.

Winter was a fellow female medic at Station number three. She'd been there just shy of a year when I had arrived. We'd gotten along instantly. We'd been paired together ever since.

From then on, we spent quite a bit of time together, and over the past six months, I'd gotten to know the other women that lived in the same compound as Winter, as well. Winter's husband , who was former military. When his old team had gotten out, they'd started a motorcycle shop and then moved in behind it.

There they'd established quite a reputable custom bike business, and had flourished since.

Winter said she'd be asking her husband to drop her off so she could drink if she felt like it afterwards. I told her she wouldn't have the desire to do so after being outside so long, but what did I know?