Death Riders MC
MC Romance
Date Published: 07-23-1124
Publisher: Evernight Publishing
Adira Dobias thought she had the perfect life along with a perfect
fiancé. When she discovers her supposedly pious parents aren’t
the God-fearing people she thought them to be, it sends her running. She
arrives in Cardinal, at the home of a childhood friend, in order to figure
out where to go next.
When she applies for a job at a strip club, owned by the Death Riders, Ares
hires her on the spot. He thinks she is the woman he and Hunter have been
searching for. The perfect woman to belong to both of them.
It was only supposed to be fun, but somewhere along the way, Adira’s
heart got entangled. When a misunderstanding leads to disaster, the two men
have to work fast so they don’t lose the woman they’ve fallen
for.
Dedication
For everyone who has enjoyed the Death Riders stories. This one may not
have a paranormal twist, but I hope you like it anyway.
Teaser
As he cleaned up the interview table the door opened and a young woman
entered, hovering in the doorway. Long blonde hair cascaded down her back.
Big blue eyes looked around, wide-eyed and innocent. She wore jeans and a
t-shirt, and had no make-up on her face. And she didn’t need it
because she was fucking gorgeous. His dick also noticed, very interested in
what she was doing here.
“Can I help
you?” he asked.
“I…um, well,
I was here to apply for the job.”
Her voice was soft. Melodic. He bet she’d scream beautifully with
pleasure, and he wanted to be the one who gave it to her. Wanted her to cry
out his name when she came. She looked like a fucking angel with a body made
to sin. Narrow waist, long legs. Tits more than a handful. He really wanted
to get her naked and under him.
“Certainly,”
he said, smiling. Hoping to relax her. “I’m Ares. I own The
Pussy Willow.”
She gave a self-conscious wave. “Nice to meet you. I’m Adira.
Am I too late for an interview?”
He shook his head.
“Not at all. How did you hear about the job?”
Her fair complexion flushed red. He didn’t remember ever seeing a
woman blush before and it fascinated him.
“I was in a coffee
shop and I eavesdropped on two women talking.”
That amused him.
“All right.”
He strode closer, and the scent of warm spice hit him, making his mouth
water, and he realized it was her. He licked his lips, wondering if she
tasted like sugar, spice and everything nice. “Do you have any
experience being a hostess?”
Disappointment dulled her eyes. “No. I don’t have a lot of work
experience. I-I’m sorry for wasting your time.”
She turned to leave and he hurried to push the door closed, preventing her
from disappearing. By doing that, however, brought him flush against her
body, her back to his chest. The contact had his heart galloping and his
cock going rock hard in an instant.
“Don’t go,” he murmured softly. A little tremor rolled
through her body and he hoped to fucking God it was because she felt what he
was feeling. “I don’t care if you don’t know how to greet
customers. I can teach you everything you need to know.”
About the Author
I write about the very ordinary woman thrust into an extraordinary
circumstance, so my heroines will probably never be lawyers, doctors or
corporate high rollers. I try to write characters who aren’t cookie
cutters and push myself to write complicated situations that I have no idea
how to resolve, forcing me to think outside the box. I strive to create
characters who are complex and full of flaws. Heroes and heroines who find
redemption through love.
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