A Contemporary biker
romance.
Maddie life has always been hard. With an absent father
and a mother who is beyond help. She's all on her own.
When her mother carks it, she has no money, and some
jerk with bad breath is always hovering around her to take advantage.
So she goes to the one person who owes her a favour -
her father. He's the president of the MC Outlaws. That's a motorcycle club. She's never really been into
that shit, but she doesn't have a choice. And surprisingly, she's going to come to rely on the Outlaws
more than she ever expected.
Cole is one of those jackass guys who girls should keep
away from at all costs. But he's hot, and Maddie finds she can't help herself. He's her dad's Vice Prez,
and so goddamned hot, he'd melt the panties off a nun.
She should run, she should stay as far away from her
past as she can, but instead, she keep running to that sexy biker, Cole.
Cole understands Maddie, you see - he's damaged too.
Can these two tortured souls find a way to heal each other. Will Cole be her Champion?
"Baby," he murmurs, holding firm to my upper arms. "Don't screw me around."
Squirming, I
glare at him boldly. "I'm not screwing you around, Cole. You should know I'm not like that."
"Yes you are.
You've been mind fuckin' me from the moment you walked into this joint. Don't go acting all innocent
and shit. You know exactly what you've been doing."
"Is that how you
think of me?"
The leather of
his jacket creaks as he leans in close to speak into my ear. So close that I can feel his lips as they brush
against my lobe as he whispers. "That's exactly how I think."
"Then call me a
prick tease and fuck off. I don't want your dick anywhere near me."
Chuckling, he
shakes his head slowly. "Push me away all you want. But you're mine and you know it. You were mine
the moment I saw you. I know you Maddie. You don't think anyone can know you. But I do."
"You don't know
shit," I grumble, placing my hands on his chest in a bid to push him away.
"Baby," he
warns, overpowering me as he moves to slide his arms around my waist, pulling me, roughly, up against
him. "No more pushing me away, baby." His voice drops to a sexy murmur as his hands slide down to
grip my arse. "No more screwing around."
I try to keep my
wits about me. I don't need this. I don't need him. Even if he is super fucking hot. "I'm not interested in
you, Cole!"
"Then why are
you panting like a fucking bitch in heat?"
I pull my head
back, an unimpressed look upon my face - that comment just made it easier for me to say no.
"A Bitch in heat?
Is that how you get chicks to drop their panties?"
Gripping my arse
a little tighter, he looks into my eyes, grinning that ridiculously sexy grin of his. "I actually like to let my
tongue do the convincing."
"Of course you
do, and then you fuck them senseless. I've heard them screaming at night," I bite out, sarcastically. "Babe, I think it's
time you let my tongue convince you."
My fingers
gently brush the leather of his jacket as the image of him between my legs fills my mind. I shake it
off. "In your dreams buddy."
"Every night
since I met you, baby. Every fucking night."
Ella is a twenty-something
Australian author who has spent most of her life, living on the wrong side of the tracks, hanging around
with the wrong kind of people. At the time, it was fun and dangerous. But now that she's cleaned herself
up, and started a family, she's decided to write, using her past as the inspiration for the many tales she
wants to share.
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