Liam "Hunter" Blake hates the Reapers MC. Born and raised a Devil's Jack, he knows his duty. He'll defend his club from their oldest enemies-the Reapers-using whatever weapons he can find. But why use force when the Reapers' president has a daughter who's alone and vulnerable? Hunter has wanted her from the minute he saw her, and now he has an excuse to take her. Em has lived her entire life in the shadow of the Reapers. Her overprotective father, Picnic, is the club's president. The last time she had a boyfriend, Picnic shot him. Now the men in her life are far more interested in keeping her daddy happy than showing her a good time. Then she meets a handsome stranger-a man who isn't afraid to treat her like a real woman. One who isn't afraid of her father. His name is Liam, and he's The One. Or so she thinks.
Teaser 1:
“Em, I really like you.
We covered that. I like you enough not to play games¸ okay? That means
I’m not gonna feed you any romantic bullshit.”
Huh. Wasn’t sure
how to take that. On the one hand, I didn’t want him lying to me. On the
other, I didn’t like the honesty, either. Made it too hard to pretend
that this wasn’t completely insane.
“So let’s lay it
all out,” I said. “You want to fuck me, but you don’t care about me. I
want to fuck you, but trust me, every time you open your mouth, I care
about you less.”
“Pretty much,” he muttered.
Teaser 2:
“Sorry, babe. Can’t let you do that.”
“Do what?”
“Drive to Coeur d’Alene by yourself.”
I raised my brows.
“Have you lost your mind? Consider yourself uninvited to Thanksgiving, asshole.”
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