She thought she accidentally slept with her boss… Then she met his twin brother.
Real talk: I slept with my boss. Back before he even was my boss. Back when I had no clue who he was.
Real talk: My boss is an arrogant jerk. I hate him. If we didn’t work so well together, I would have told him exactly where he could shove his pompous attitude a long time ago.
Turns out…my boss has a twin. Identical twin.
Now I know why he’s always acted like our one night together never happened. Why he acted like he’d never met me before when I started working for him.
It wasn’t him that night. It was his brother.
A brother who’s just as gorgeous as my boss and a hell of a lot nicer.
Real talk: I’m kind of…bothered that it wasn’t my boss that night.
But that’s before certain revelations about that night come to light.
“Wow.” My voice is dry as I scoop up all my materials and head for the door. “I mean, really…wow.”
“What?” Ryder snaps, right on my heels.
“Remind me to bring a tape measurer to the next meeting,” I call out as I exit the conference room.
“I don’t need one with that little prick. Emphasis on the little.”
My feet stumble at the temper sharpening his tone. “That man was perfectly polite.”
He’s practically on top of me, mouth grazing my ear, when he says, “There’s no part of you that man didn’t just eye fuck. Since when do you flirt with clients?”
No, the better question is, since when do I get off on my boss battling the green-eyed monster? And devolving into a brutish caveman?
“Who says I was?” I cleverly respond. I drop the stacks of folders in my arms onto my desk with a defiant thud. “Besides, if I have to bat my eyelashes a few times in order to score a huge account like this, what’s the harm?”
I’m bluffing, but I maintain my poker face. He’s right, I never flirt with clients. If I land a new account, I want to know it’s because the client is impressed by the reputation and quality of service TCG is known for. Not because they want to get in my pencil skirt.
Before I can register what’s happening, Ryder has me by the elbow and is dragging me through the office at a brisk, albeit forceful, pace. He stands close enough that my co-workers can’t see anything inappropriate taking place. And the bastard knows I’m not the type to cause a scene.
He pushes through the double doors and punches the button at the elevator bank. When the doors slide open, he shoves me inside. Then we’re enclosed in the cramped space with nothing but our own panting for company. Eyes pinning me in place, he slams his fist onto the emergency stop button, halting the car’s descent.
“You’ve got to be kidding me right now.”
“You are not going to flirt with some schmuck just to get his business,” he seethes. “I’ll fire you before I let that shit happen.”
I huff, hands on my hips. “You won’t fire me. No one can deal with your intolerable ass better than I can.”
His eyes narrow in challenge. “Try me. Take off your clothes in front of a client again and see what fucking happens.”
“Stop acting like I just stood up on that table and gave them a striptease. I took off my damn jacket. Big deal.”
This car gets a lot more claustrophobic when he launches himself across it and cages me against the elevator wall. His hips mount me to it, his arms trap me in on both sides. His lips are white around the edges from pinching them shut so tightly.
“To Baldwin, you might as well have been shaking your ass for singles,” Ryder growls. “Hell, to any man. The mere act of exposing this goddamn top was sexual. It was a deliberate move to provoke me, duchess, and you fucking know it.”
It’s ludicrous how my blood spikes with adrenaline. Nothing has been getting me hotter lately than Ryder being unapologetically direct. And a bit of an asshole. “And why would I want to provoke you?”
His nose nuzzles my jaw. “Good question. Why, indeed? Is it because you like getting a rise out of me?” He gives a sharp thrust of his hips, stealing my breath when I feel his rock-hard erection against my center. “Or because you want to feel something rise?”
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Leila’s years on the carnie circuit were certainly an education. What she didn’t learn: how to be a vampire, or how to be married to the most famous vampire of them all. Adjusting to both has Leila teetering on a knife edge between passion and peril, and now the real danger is about to begin…
Vlad must battle with a centuries-old enemy whose reach stretches across continents and whose strength equals his own. It isn’t like Vlad to feel fear, but he does…for Leila, because his enemy knows she is Vlad’s greatest weakness. As friend and foe alike align against him—and his overprotectiveness drives Leila away—Vlad’s love for his new bride could be the very thing that dooms them both…
Vampire romances naturally trend toward the darker side – you inevitably have blood and carnage before the couple walks happily off into the starlight. But Bound by Flames really takes it to another level. There’s torture and what comes close to sexual assault – so that’s your warning if you don’t want to read that.
Leila and Vlad’s relationship really grew in Bound by Flames, but I feel like a lot of the story was a little too damsel in distress. Leila being kidnapped and needing to be rescued – it seems a little overdone. Now, Jeaniene Frost did add some nice twists and turns to make it feel a little more unique, but I really wanted to see the tables reversed for a change.
There is A LOT of emotion in this one. Be prepared to go on a roller coaster ride of ups and downs. And it isn’t all between Leila and Vlad. The crew I’ve come to love has some incredible moments that let you see just how much Vlad really does care (even though he would never admit it).
I really hope that Vlad and Leila can find a sort of peaceful ending – where they’re able to settle down and relax some. They definitely deserve it after this book.
Title: Hawk Author: Harley Wylde Series: Reckless Kings MC #2 Genre: Contemporary MC Romance
Hayley – Having both a father and brother who are in law enforcement, and over protective, doesn’t make it easy to date. Which is why I was still a virgin at eighteen and had never had a serious boyfriend. If I’d realized chasing Cuddles through the biker compound would result in the hottest night of my life, I might have fixed my hair and dressed a little better. Not that Hawk seemed to mind. He made my knees weak and blew my mind. I just didn’t realize the night would end with a free gift with purchase – one that’s an eighteen year long commitment.
Hawk – Never thought I’d make it to the age of forty without ever finding someone special. But I did. Then I met Hayley. She’s the last woman I should fall for, but I can’t seem to help myself. Too bad I figured it out after she disappeared. If I’d known our one night had repercussions, I’d have tried harder to find her. Finding out I have a daughter is the best and scariest thing, but it means I get what I want most. A family.
I leaned against the back of the Dixie Reapers’ clubhouse, enjoying a cigarette and a little alone time. We’d been here two days with Beast and his woman. I understood the reason behind the trip to Alabama, but I was ready to get back home. Nothing against the Reapers, but the men with old ladies only wanted to do family-oriented sh*t and the single ones were all about the free p**sy in the clubhouse. I’d have preferred the middle of the road. Or maybe I was getting old. The women in the clubhouse only wanted to sink their teeth into someone in hopes of getting claimed.
Nothing against the club wh*res, but they didn’t have a snowball’s chance in hell of getting claimed by me. I wanted a woman who looked like an angel on the outside, but clawed my back and screamed my name in the bedroom. Someone respectable to the outside world who only showed that devilish side in private. I was starting to think she was a damn unicorn and I’d never find her.
I inhaled another lungful of nicotine before letting it out. Beast had mostly given up smoking since he’d found out Lyssa was pregnant. Before that, he’d have been out here with me. I had no problem with his priorities changing, as long as he focused on the club when we needed him. But I sometimes felt like I’d lost my brother. He wasn’t down to party like he’d been before, even though he’d slowed down a bit even before Lyssa showed up.
I heard something rustling through the grass and a muttered “I’m going to kill you when I find you.” Definitely a woman’s voice. Since I doubted it was a club wh*re, it had to be one of the old ladies or some other family member of the Dixie Reapers. Which meant I needed to give her a wide berth.
A fat raccoon went waddling by me wearing a harness and dragging a leash. I stared at it, wondering if I’d had more to drink than I thought or if I’d gone crazy. Who the f*ck leashed a raccoon?
A moment later a goddess stepped into the moonlight. Cut-off shorts clung to her like a second skin, and the tank she had on left little to the imagination. Her long, blonde hair fell in curls nearly to her waist.
“I swear to God, Cuddles, I’m going to turn you into a fur muff when I catch you.”
I nearly choked as I tried to hold back a laugh. Cuddles? She might be beautiful, but she was damn sure peculiar if she’d made a pet of that raccoon and named it something so ridiculous. Oddly, I found her intriguing, even if she was crazy as a bedbug.
I watched her stomp past me, mesmerized by the sway of her ass. The shorts barely covered her ass cheeks, and f*ck if I wasn’t jealous of them for getting to cup the tempting globes. I reached down to adjust myself, my c*ck getting uncomfortably hard.
“Cuddles? Cuddles! Goddamnit! We’re not supposed to be in here to begin with. Are you trying to get me killed?” She huffed and stamped her foot.
“Need some help, beautiful?” I asked, pushing away from the wall and stepping out of the shadows.
She whirled to face me, hand at her throat, and her blue eyes wide. “Who are you?”
“Name’s Hawk. My club is here visiting the Dixie Reapers. I think the question is who are you?”
She folded her arms, like she was trying to hold herself together. Her lips pressed together, and she glanced away. It was clear she didn’t want to give me her name, which made me want to know even more.
“Guess I should go get Tank,” I said. “I’m sure he can spare a few men to help you find your pet.”
She jolted. “No! Wait, I… I’m not supposed to be inside the gates, but Cuddles took off and I needed to find him.”
Now we were getting somewhere.
“I’ll help you find Cuddles, on one condition.”
“What’s that?” she asked.
“Your name, for one.”
She licked her lips and shifted on her feet. “Hayley. Hayley Daniels.”
Harley Wylde is the International Bestselling Author of the Dixie Reapers MC, Devil’s Boneyard MC, and Hades Abyss MC series. When Harley’s writing, her motto is the hotter the better — off the charts sex, commanding men, and the women who can’t deny them. If you want men who talk dirty, are sexy as hell, and take what they want, then you’ve come to the right place. She doesn’t shy away from the dangers and nastiness in the world, bringing those realities to the pages of her books, but always gives her characters a happily-ever-after and makes sure the bad guys get what they deserve.
The times Harley isn’t writing, she’s thinking up naughty things to do to her husband, drinking copious amounts of Starbucks, and reading. She loves to read and devours a book a day, sometimes more. She’s also fond of TV shows and movies from the 1980’s, as well as paranormal shows from the 1990’s to today, even though she’d much rather be reading or writing.
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