Series: Polished P & P #1
None of it makes sense, and Wreck will fight it for that reason alone.
thinks he can go out with a someone who’s not Wreck—and jealously rears its
ugly head to a point Wreck just has to step in—it’s clear that he may just be
door opened abruptly behind me. I bit my bottom lip to keep in the scream. But
that didn’t stop me from jumping and stumbling as I turned, and if it wasn’t
for Death’s hand wrapping around my arm, I would have met the floor once more
when I looked up, I realized there was still a possibility of dropping to the
floor. The most gorgeous man I had ever seen stood just inside the doorway, scanning
the room. If it wasn’t for his hands fisted at his sides and the scowl on his
face, I may have fallen to the floor in awe of his beauty.
another quick glance around the room and noticed my brother did, in fact, have
some good-looking friends. All of them could be on the cover of a magazine. I
wasn’t sure what it was about the scowling man that set me off in a sweating,
peeing-my-pants, “holy crap he’s looking at me” moment with my pulse racing,
but he did. His dark brown hair was shaved at the sides, and the top was
longish and messy, some of it flopped in his dark green eyes. He would probably
punch me if I tried to push his hair back though. He was tall, my short frame
only reaching his shoulders. His tight black tee showed off the muscles in his
arms, and his dark ripped jeans surrounded thick thighs.
and pulled my gaze up quickly when Death said, “Wreck, you took forever,
fucker. Get in here and meet Saint’s brother, Lucas.”
brother of Saint.
Saint. It’s my club name,” Zion called; he must have seen the confused look on
glanced back to Wreck and did a lame wave before I grabbed my own arm with my
other hand. “Ah, s’up.”
She started writing in 2013 and self-published the first of the Hawks MC: Ballarat Charter series- Holding Out. Since then, she has published eleven other titles, which range from erotica, humorous romance, YA and paranormal.