Stories were Elyse Powellβs her life...
Elyse had never met a story she didnβt want to write. She knew sheβd be the old lady writer with too many cats and not enough boyfriends someday, but she was willing to take that deal. Until Dane.
Dane Fletcher didnβt have time for romance.
Not when heβs still a Prospect looking to move his way up in the ranks of the Demon Riders MC. He still needs to prove himself to the president before he could think about getting his patch, let alone being serious with any girl.
Her work brought them together...
When Elyse is assigned to write about a motorcycle club, the assumptions she makes almost put her in danger. Luckily, Dane is there to rescue her, and maybe a little bit more...
EXCERPT
βWhat are you thinking?β He whispers the words against her ear, his arms enveloping her from behind and pulling her against his hard body. In his whisper she senses the plea please donβt say youβve made a mistake.
βIβm thinking I donβt usually jump into bed with men Iβve just met.β Her words come out breathy, like she canβt quite get them out. His hardness against her lower back is making it difficult to think about anything else.
βGlad to hear it.β His voice is husky and he chuckles lightly as he turns her around to face him.
She starts to say something but Dane places his index finger over her lips, gently. Her tongue flicks out and she licks the soft pad of his digit, watching as his pupils dilate. He pulls her towards him, kissing her hard, demanding she give him everything she has and she willingly does. He pushes his hips against hers, making it clear exactly what he wants and she leans against him, grinding right back against him, telling him she wants the same thing.
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