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THE END...For Now
Bannock recipe/Indian Fry Bread:
4 cups flour
4 teaspoons of baking powder
1 teaspoon salt
cold water until the dough stays together in a ball.
Frying pan option:
Heat lard in a cast iron skillet and make dough into small pancake like discs until golden on booth sides.
Baked:
Line cookie sheet with lard and flatten your dough the entire length of the sheet, bake until golden brown. At 350.
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Biography
JA resides in Northern Ontario Canada but is originally from Toronto, the capital of Ontario. She and her loving husband have three beautiful children. When she is not locked in her writing cave, she works with the Board of Education as a supply Educational Assistant.
She loves watching hockey and soccer and enjoys talking to the many people she has made friends with through her craft.
JA enjoys a good joke and sharing them. It is why she is seen more with a smile on her face than a frown.
Books by JA Lafrance
Curvy and Wanted
The ECE & Her Billionaire
The Brother & Her Best Friend
The Girl & Her Men
Bleeding Miners MC
From The Darkness
Comes the Light (Coming soon)
What If Princess? Short Story Series
Gaston’s Confession
Others
Erotic Bedtime Story
Poetry of Emotions, Trust, Respect, and Yearning
Stunned
Her Stern Rancher
The Spring Thaw {Short Story}
Yes I’m Ready co-write with E.S. McMillan
For What It’s Worth co-write with E.S. McMillan
A Curvy Kind of Love Short Stories By JA Lafrance (Coming soon)
Unhinged Thoughts: An Erotic Thriller (Coming Soon)
Cherry Poppin Blast co-write with Leah Negron (June 9th, 2020)
Part XXI
Shadows In the Snow
North Michigan Dark Leopards MC
By Jessica Joy
257
Ava
Steal the car, Ava.
It’ll be easy, Ava.
I’ll be right there with ya the entire time, Ava.
“Fuckin’ fuckity fuck you Slash. Fuck.” I growl into the dark confines of the car. I’m a goddamn thief, and damn good at it too, fuck you very much. What I’m NOT is a car person. Need me to break into a house and boost some art, some jewels, some money… I don’t care, I can do it. I can crack any safe in record time in my sleep. But the second you put me in front of a car, I am no longer in my element.
That’s why when my brother Slash, VP of the North Michigan Dark Leopards MC Chapter, came to me and dangled this job in front of my nose, I flat out refused. So, Ava, you ask, how did you end up driving a stolen corvette, whose radios stuck on fuckin’ Kenny G of all things, through the woods in the middle of the night? Good question self. I find myself in this oh so lovely situation because my brother is a fucking asshole. He swore on his life that he would be with me every step of the way and handle all the “car stuff” but he also assured me things would go smoothly and nothing could go wrong.
Fuck him. Fuck him six ways to Sunday. In all my twenty-five years, I have never hated him more.
Not only did he stand me up tonight, he also never told me the drop point. He’s just lucky I can disable a security system with one hand tied behind my back and at least know how to jumpstart a car. If Slash wants to leave me high and dry, then I’ll finish this job by myself. Neo has his hands in all the club’s tech crap, I bet if I call him and bribe him with enough coffee and banana bread, he can pull whoever Slash’s contact is for me. One of the few perks of being raised as part of the club, and being the VP’s sister, is I have been able to establish my own contacts and relationships within the Brothers over the years. I don’t have to just go through Slash for everything, thank god, or else nothing would ever get done. The fact most of them know I could take them in a fight doesn’t hurt. I may look like a Viking Princess, but I’m built like a gymnast and twice as strong and wouldn’t be caught dead in anything other than my jeans and shit kicker boots. I’m anything but a Princess.
Okay, first things first. Where to drop this monstrosity of a car for the night? And yes, monstrosity. I’m more of a mustang girl myself, not to mention I prefer the classics, and this is one of the newest models. Too many buttons, bells, and whistles for my taste. Under normal circumstances I would love to spend a night taking a joy ride in Mayor Burns’ new Vette before turning it in for a pretty penny. But with the Mayor in rare form lately and that bastard of a new Sheriff sniffing at my tail, I would much rather lie low at the moment. When the turn off the secluded backwoods highway comes up that will lead to my family’s cabin, I take it. There’s an old pole barn on the property that should work as a place to stow the car until I can figure out where to drop it. It will have to do for now.
Growing up, we used to come up here almost every weekend in the summer, and any time we could get away when school was in session. Now with mom gone and dad who the fuck knows where I’m the only one who uses it. Sure, Slash has a key and I would
