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As V.P. of the Blood Riders MC, Drake is used to calling the shots, getting his way, and sleeping with every biker groupie within reach. When he meets Nicole, her feisty, headstrong beauty pulls him in, even as his instincts warn him she’s hiding something.
Nicole is determined to learn who killed her father, a detective who was investigating the Blood Riders. When the chemistry between her and Drake becomes much more, she’s caught between her desires and her desperate need for answers.
Then her search turns deadly, and Nicole has to put everything on the line―and trust that the man she’s fallen for will forgive her betrayal. Will he come to her defense … or will his eyes be the last thing she ever sees?
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The worst part was the way Drake appeared to do a total turnabout. He was one to talk about a one-eighty, wasn’t he? When he was the one who’d worked on seducing me in his bedroom. He acted like I was nothing but an air-head slut when I tried to come on to him. Yes, it was sloppy and stupid, but his reaction made me feel like such an idiot. I felt tears burning behind my eyes.
“Hey, Bree!” I heard his voice as he barreled out of the clubhouse. “What’s with you? What’s going on?”
I looked around. There were people around, smokers mostly, a few couples making out in the semi-darkness under a wide metal awning. I looked beyond the awning. The street. Cabs. I would only have to get in one, and I could be free and forget I ever decided to get into this mess.
Drake’s voice tugged at my consciousness. “Hey! I asked you a question. What’s with you?”
I could have walked away. Hell, I could have run. I could have gotten in a cab and gone home. I didn’t even have a purse with me, only some cash in my back pocket. I hadn’t wanted anybody to find my ID and put two and two together.
I didn’t. I stayed where I stood. Held in place by Drake’s voice.
“Are you going to answer me?” he asked. I turned to him.
“Could we not talk about this right here?” I asked, looking around. “It’s a little public out here.”
“Fine.” He grabbed my arm and pulled me around to the side of the building, where there was no one but us. “Tell me what’s wrong with you.”
“I thought after today you wanted me, is all. And I thought, okay, I’ll make a move. But you made me feel like …”
“Like what? A slut?” He smirked.
“You think this is funny? You’re disgusting!” I raised my hand to slap him, instinct taking over, and his hand was out in a flash to grip my wrist. He had the reflexes of a cat to go with the way he moved.
“That’s more like it,” he murmured. “That’s the real you. Not the one who flashes her tits and tries to come on to me. You’re the girl who tries to hit me because she doesn’t know what else to do to pretend she doesn’t want me.” He leaned in, pushing me back until I was pressed against the sun-warmed bricks of the Clubhouse, still holding their heat from earlier in the day. My body burned the way they did.
“Leave me alone, Drake.”
“You act like that because you don’t like the way I talk to you. You’re not used to guys talking to you that way. But you like it. You like it when I do it, and you hate yourself for it, and you put up walls between us.” His body was against me, all muscle and strength and power. I felt the heat coming from him, too, just like that from the bricks. Sweat trickled down the back of my neck.
“Stop this.” I turned my head away, as his mouth was so close to mine. “Not this way.”
“I don’t like it like this. Stop trying to overpower me. You don’t have to try so hard.”
“And neither do you.” He placed a finger under my chin, turning my head until our eyes met. “I wouldn’t work so hard to get through to you if you didn’t work so hard to keep me away. Why don’t you just give in to what you want? What we both want?”
“And that is what?” I could hardly breathe, my heart was racing so out of control. My knees were jelly, the blood rushing in my ears.
“For me to take you to my room and give you a night you’ll never forget.” He brushed his lips against mine, ever so gently, causing a blazing inferno to erupt and consume me. I leaned further in, closer to him, but he pulled back with a devilish grin.
“See? I know what you want better than you do. And I can give it to you.” He licked his lips. “You want it?”
“Yes,” I breathed. It was so easy to give in. Drake was right.
About Tia Lewis:
Tia Lewis is a romance author from the Midwest who writes about smart, sexy, sassy women and hot, possessive alpha males. Her favorite bad boys to write about include sports players, mafia, bikers, billionaires and the bad-ass next door. You can find her cooking, reading, or traveling when she’s not busy working on her next release.
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