{"id":255776,"date":"2026-07-13T04:46:13","date_gmt":"2026-07-13T01:46:13","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/1kitap1.com\/en\/chasing-callie-rory-miles\/"},"modified":"2026-07-13T04:46:13","modified_gmt":"2026-07-13T01:46:13","slug":"chasing-callie-rory-miles","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/1kitap1.com\/en\/chasing-callie-rory-miles\/","title":{"rendered":"Chasing Callie – Rory Miles"},"content":{"rendered":"
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I\u2019m sure that\u2019s not what they mean, but I can\u2019t help picturing all three of them naked in bed with me. That\u2019s not how this works though. At some point, I\u2019m going to have to choose. And I don\u2019t want to. I should probably run in the opposite direction, not longing to fall right back into their chaos. \u201cOkay but I need a ride.\u201d Jax smirks.<\/p>\n

\u201cWe can drive you.\u201d My stomach flutters at the thought of being in close quarters with these three. The Ferris wheel comes to a stop, but I have the distinct feeling I\u2019m still falling, and this time, the Williams brothers are waiting to catch me. 1kitap1.com\/en Chapter Nineteen The crisp night air wraps around me as I pack away the last of the liquor. Strings of twinkling lights crisscross overhead, competing with the stars that have decided to show up in full force tonight. The summer festival is wrapping up, and half the crowd is three sheets to the wind, stumbling around like newborn foals trying to find their ride shares.<\/p>\n

Those Jager bombs are dangerous. Mom waves at me from the edge of the green where she\u2019s directing a couple who can\u2019t seem to figure out which way is up, much less how to get an Uber. I lift my hand in acknowledgment. Thank god it\u2019s finally over. An electric current skitters across my skin, and my body knows who is approaching before I even see them.<\/p>\n

Knox, Brax, and Jax stand shoulder to shoulder waiting for me, bathed in moonlight. I swear I\u2019ve had this dream before. My pulse quickens. They\u2019ve always been beautiful men, but time has only enhanced what was already there. Made them a little more rugged. Mountain men through and through. Strong. Muscled. Knox stands slightly ahead, his posture rigid but commanding.<\/p>\n

Jax\u2019s easy smile is visible even from here. And Brax, with his quieter intensity, has his hands tucked in his pockets, his gaze never leaving my face. I take a step forward, like a magnet is drawing me in. Each step feels like coming home.<\/p>\n

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No part of this book may be reproduced in any form or by any electronic or mechanical means, including information storage and retrieval systems, without written permission from the author, except for the use of brief quotations in a book review. Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. Character names and descriptions are the product of the author\u2019s imagination. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental. Editing and proofreading by Bookends Editing Cover Art by Daqri Designs 1kitap1.com\/en Introduction Hello!<\/p>\n

Before you being, there are a couple items to be aware of. This book contains: a physically and mentally abusive ex-boyfriend and revenge porn. 1kitap1.com\/en Also by Rory Miles Despicable – A Rejected Mate Standalone The Complete Blood Mafia Series: Blood Owed Blood Taken Blood Bound Bad Moon Academy Series: Dead Wolf Walking Dead Wolf Falling Dead Wolf Rising Villainous omegaverse world: Nest of Thieves Taboo omegaverse: Claim & Don\u2019t Tell – A Step Brothers Omegaverse Romance Mark & Don\u2019t Tell – Bosses\/Ex-boyfriends dads Omegaverse Romance Omegalove (omega auction world): Knot for Me – How a bad omega finds love Party Girl – How a naughty omega finds love Knot my MC – How a feisty omega finds love Heat & Deceit – how a hidden omega finds love 1kitap1.com\/en To those who have fought to remember who they are 1kitap1.com\/en Chapter One CALLIE The front door slams and my heart skips, throat tightening.<\/p>\n

Breathe, Callie. It\u2019s okay. But every step Theo takes in my direction, every stomp, sends my pulse into overdrive. He\u2019s mad. Again. I do my best to finish putting on my eyeshadow, but it\u2019s hard with trembling hands. I hear his breath moments before he storms into the bathroom. \u201cYou\u2019re still fucking getting ready?\u201d Exhaling to steady my fluttering heart, I set the brush down and pick up the mascara. \u201cI\u2019m almost done. Are we leaving early?\u201d I ask instead of telling him that he told me I still have thirty minutes.<\/p>\n

Arguing with him only escalates the situation, and I\u2019m too tired from three late bartending shifts to deal with his adult sized temper tantrums. \u201cJesus, Callie! It\u2019s like you don\u2019t even care about me. Tonight is my big show, and you\u2019re already making it about you.\u201d<\/p>\n

Maybe I don\u2019t. The thought rushes through my head, and I frown at it.<\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n

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