Kevlar To My Vest
The
Heroes of the Dixie Wardens MC #3
By Lani Lynn Vale
Genre: Adult, Motorcycle
Club Romance
Out January 2, 2015
Cover Model: Gary
Taylor
Photographer:
FuriousFotog
Synopsis
You’re
the Kevlar…
Behind the badge and the pretty face was a
heart. A heart that bled just like the rest. A heart that was so in
love with Viddy Sheffield that it was humiliating. Trance had been burned
before by a woman that couldn’t handle the fact that he risked his life each
and every time he went on shift. She was too vulnerable; somehow he had
to convince his heart to let her go. His life would chew her up and spit
her out.
To
My…
Viddy couldn’t get the man out of her head.
Just the thought of Trance put a smile on her face. And when he walked
into the same room? Words couldn’t explain. God help her, but she was
even in a relationship with another man. She shouldn’t be thinking about
the sexy biker with the voice that made shivers dance down her spine.
Vest…
Then the unthinkable happens, and the sexy cop she
can’t stop thinking about is there for her, giving her what she never knew she
needed. One moment in time, and she finds herself falling for the man, lock,
stock, and barrel. The two of them have a lot of work to do to make this
relationship succeed. What they didn’t know, however, was that there were
people behind the scenes that were working to keep them apart. Sometimes
the saying is true. You can’t always have what you want.
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Excerpt
“Unit 5-2
Code 7.” Trance said into the mic at his shoulder.
My heart started pounding.
The look in his eyes was utterly scary.
A good scary, but still scary.
He looked like he was about to devour me from the
toes up.
“Wh-what are you doing?” I asked in
surprise.
The hand that was at his gun belt finally worked
the link loose, and he dropped his belt onto the couch with a loud thunk.
Then he unbuttoned the top most button on his shirt, grabbed it by the back of
his collar, and drew it over his head in one fluid motion.
The shirt went to the same place as the belt, and
then he started on the Velcro straps that held his Kevlar vest on. With
three quick tugs, he had each Velcro strap released, and he was pulling the
vest off in quick, jerky movements.
“Jesus, you should play strip poker with all the
clothes you have on. I’d bet you’d win!” I chattered nervously.
His eyes never wavered, but the sparkle in his
eyes told me he was amused by my nervousness. They pretty much said, ‘As
well you should be. I’m about to devour you.’
His white t-shirt was next, followed by the button
on his pants.
In response to that sparkle in his eye, I, of
course, blurted out the most embarrassing thing that I’d ever uttered.
“I’m a virgin!”
The hands that were in the process of pushing his
pants down his hips froze in their tracks, and a feral, almost satisfied look,
came over him right about the time his hands found my hair.
In between kisses, I explained. “Well, not a
virgin, per say. I’ve popped my own cherry with numerous dildos in the
past ten years.”
I was pulled forward, one arm around my neck and
the other hand having a full grip of my hair, until I was flush against his
naked chest.
“You couldn’t have said anything sexier to me
right now.” He growled, and then my body was flying through the air.
I wound up on his shoulder, staring at his fine
ass.
His pants were riding low, just barely giving me a
peek of the muscular globes of his ass.
Not able to control myself, I placed a hot, open
mouth kiss on each cheek before taking my hands and shoving them down his
pants. I cupped the perfection, letting my nails dig in when his grip
tightened across my back.
“Stop it,” he said smacking my ass. “You’ve
already thoroughly ruined my control in the car with your teasing. Keep
it up and it won’t be what you need. It’ll be rough, raw, and dirty.”
“I like rough, raw, and dirty,” I panted just
before biting his ass.
I squealed when he tossed me down on the bed.
My skirt, which had been formed around my legs
down to my knees, was shifted up by rough hands.
“Take your shirt off,” he demanded as his blunt
fingers ran up the outsides of my thighs, hooked around my panties and yanked
them free.
“Shirt!” He growled as I watched him descend
between my legs, and hooked my legs around his strong shoulders.
A rough, callused thumb swept the outer lips of my
pussy, and he growled in appreciation. “I like that you shave here.” He
hissed. “And that you’re so wet. Is that all it takes? A little
dirty talking from me, and that gets you ready for the taking?”
My shirt’s removal was all but forgotten with
every button undone, as well as the front clasp of my bra. I had no more
willpower to remove anything. Instead, focusing on what he was doing to
me.
I would’ve answered him. Really, I would
have, but my brains exploded with the first lick from his hot, wet
tongue. Neurons that had never been stimulated before started to
fire. All at once. My brain was on overload, and the only thing
that I could seem to get out of my mouth was the unintelligible whore moans
that I’d thought were only special on porn movies.
My hand moved to his blonde curly hair, and I dug
in with all of my fingers.
I didn’t guide him, though. Trance wasn’t
the type of man that needed, nor wanted, guiding. He was all man, and the
last thing he needed was any direction.
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Meet Lani Lynn
Vale
I’m a married mother of three. My kids are all under 5, so I can assure you
that they are a handful. I’ve been with
my paramedic husband now for ten years, and we’ve produced three offspring that
are nothing like us. I live in the
greatest state in the world, Texas.
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