Synopsis
ENEMIES TO
LOVERS BIKER ROMANCE.
Tatum Lee is a
pain in my ass.
She’s stubborn, full of attitude, and she doesn’t like to do what she’s told.
And yet, at a time when I should be focusing on the war my club is at, she consumes my mind because she’s also fearless and fierce, and I’ve never met a woman like her.
She’s stubborn, full of attitude, and she doesn’t like to do what she’s told.
And yet, at a time when I should be focusing on the war my club is at, she consumes my mind because she’s also fearless and fierce, and I’ve never met a woman like her.
The thing about
war, though, is the minute you let your focus drop, your enemy rises up and
attacks. And sometimes they bring you to your knees in ways you never imagined.
The other thing
about war? You learn just what you’re capable of doing to protect those you
love.
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Excerpt
I sat next to him. I wasn’t sure why except
that for the first time since I’d met him, he seemed like he needed someone.
Even if it was just to sit with him. I stole a glance at his face. It was hard
to find skin under all the dried blood. “I take it the other guy lost.”
He held my gaze for a long time before
answering me. God, how I wondered what thoughts ran through Nitro’s mind. It
felt like he either ran from them or got lost in them, but I wasn’t convinced
he was often comfortable with them. Something we had in common. “That depends
on your definition of winning.”
I didn’t need him to spell it out for me. And
I didn’t push him for more. Instead, I walked into the bathroom. Locating a
clean washer in the drawer, I wet it and walked back out to him. Standing in
between his legs, I began the task of cleaning up his face.
This was something I knew well. My brother
had often turned up on my doorstep in this state. Caring for him had always
been my responsibility. How could it not be when his journey in life had been
dictated by my own?
Nitro hissed when I accidentally pressed too
hard on his cheek. His hand landed on mine and he halted my progress. “I can do
this myself.”
I pulled my hand away from his face. “Yeah,
you can, but I’m doing it, so just let me.”
“Always arguing with me,” he murmured,
allowing me to go on.
I worked in silence and when I’d cleaned the
blood from his face, I said, “I’m going to get some ice for your face. Wait
here.”
I hurried down to the bar because I figured
he had work to get back to and no time to waste. Kree loaded me up with ice and
a towel to wrap it in. When I arrived back in his room, he was in the shower.
He didn’t take longer than a few minutes and when he exited the bathroom
wearing only a towel around his waist, I sucked in a breath at the magnificence
of his body.
Nitro was a powerhouse of hard muscle that
went hand-in-hand with his fearless warrior instincts. Standing before me,
almost naked, his masculinity caught me off guard and a rush of desire hit me.
My thoughts stalled and I momentarily forgot what I was doing. All I could
focus on was the throbbing need deep in my core. A new hum filled my entire
being, unlike anything I’d ever felt before.
Damn.
Shit.
No.
“You got ice?” His deep voice snapped me from
my hypnosis.
“Ah… yeah,” I mumbled, shoving the towel with
the ice in it at him, almost dropping it as I did so.
He frowned, his eyes searching mine. “You
good, Vegas?”
Fuck, no, I wasn’t.
I was fucked.
Completely.
I nodded, swallowing hard. “I’m good.”
I was so far from good.
I wanted something I didn’t want to want.
I wanted him.
How the hell did my world turn in such a
short space of time? What the fuck triggered that? Because whatever it was, I
needed to un-trigger it.
He took the ice from me and turned to head
back into the bathroom, grabbing clothes on the way. I was helpless to do
anything but watch him walk away. My eyes stayed glued to the powerful muscles
that built his back. And that ass.God, that ass. Even covered in a towel it was
hard not to stare at.
I was so engrossed in his back and ass that
he caught me off guard again when he dropped the towel and dressed without
closing the bathroom door.
Fuck it, I was out. I yanked the bedroom door
open and left as fast as I could. I needed to find a quiet corner and gather my
thoughts. I needed to wipe everything that had just happened from my memory.
Somehow, though, I suspected Nitro was not a man to ever be wiped from a
woman’s memory.
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Synopsis
A biker torn between loyalty
to his club and love for his woman.
Kick Hanson’s
life follows a dangerous path that leads him to the Storm Motorcycle Club where
he spends his days buried deep in a violent and lawless world that is slowly
consuming his soul. He fights against bringing the one woman he’s ever loved
into this world. Until the day he knows he can’t live without her.
Evie Bishop has
always loved Kick but she’s done. Even though they’ve loved each other through
both happiness and heartbreak, she believes their chance to be together has
long passed.
When Kick
finally stakes his claim, will Evie relent and give their love another go, or
has Kick left it too long to go after the woman who has owned his heart
forever?
Relent is the
first book in the Sydney Storm MC series. This is a spin off series to the
Storm MC series. Readers do not have to read the Storm MC series to read this
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Dreamer.
Coffee Lover.
Gypsy at heart.
Coffee Lover.
Gypsy at heart.
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Bestselling author who writes about alpha men & the women they love.
When I’m not
creating with words you will find me planning my next getaway, visiting
somewhere new in the world, having a long conversation over coffee and cake
with a friend, creating with paper or curled up with a good book and chocolate.
I love Keith
Urban, Maroon 5, Pink, Florida Georgia Line, Bon Jovi, Matchbox 20, Lady
Antebellum and pretty much any singer/band that is country or rock.
I’ve been
writing since I was twelve. Weaving words together has always been a form of
therapy for me especially during my harder times. These days I’m proud that my
words help others just as much as they help me.
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