After two confidential informants are murdered by a drug lord the DEA has spent months trying to bust, agent Avery Carmichael is ordered to go undercover.
She’s going to need some help infiltrating the outlaw world, which is where the hottest, most infuriating man she’s ever met comes in.
Remy Fulton is the president of the newest Savage Kings MC chapter in Rockland, Virginia. When his younger brother RJ gets into legal trouble, he reluctantly agrees to help the prissy snob with her undercover operation to keep RJ out of prison.
Pretending to be the biker’s latest conquest may prove much more difficult than Avery anticipated. From the moment they meet, Remy argues with her over every little thing. He’s especially furious with her when he finds out she’ll be staying with him for weeks, sharing his home and his entire life.
Their friends and family can’t find out their relationship is fake because blowing their cover could inevitably put Avery’s life in danger.
It’s no secret that the two don’t initially trust or respect each other. But once they’re forced to improvise a few times under pressure, they become more comfortable playing the part of an infatuated couple.
The agent and biker ultimately get so good at being together that even they forget that they’re only supposed to be pretending as they attempt to set up the deal to take down a homicidal drug dealer.
Avery can’t seem to recall why she despised Remy in the first place since he’s proven to be a kind, caring man who would literally do anything to protect his family.
And while Remy didn’t want to spend a second with Avery at the beginning of the undercover operation, he suddenly doesn’t know how he’s ever going to let her go.
While she doesn’t look like Bambi in the heels, she is taking each step slowly, playing her caution up as a strut instead of a balancing act. “Remy, this is Avery. Avery, this is my oldest brother.”
Carmichael – no, Avery – holds out her hand toward me. I notice her nails are a slightly chipped pink on the tips before I shake it. The look on her face is…so damn smug. She doesn’t seem nervous or awkward, as if she’s overthinking everything, like I had assumed she would.
“You okay, bro?” Colt waves his palm in front of my face. “How much has he had to drink?” I assume he asks Greer.
“Just opened the second bottle, so he’s not drunk,” Greer answers. “That, my friend, is what we call thunderstruck.”
Fuck. I realize I’m still staring at Avery and shaking her hand that she wouldn’t let me touch earlier today, so I drop it. I don’t even know what happened from the time I left her to now, but it’s like she got lessons in how to bring a man to his knees and make him beg to fuck her brains out.
Jesus. Convincing the guys I’m taking her home to fake doing just that doesn’t seem like it’ll be as big of a stretch at all since my hard-on is authentic. I have to give Avery credit. She really decided to throw herself into this role wholeheartedly. And the joke is definitely on me because I didn’t actually think she would wear the dress that’s supposed to be kinky lingerie only worn in the bedroom for your man.
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One minute I’m content just enjoying life with my club, running one of the businesses we own, and the next a woman sneaks her way under my skin for the first time in my life.
I never saw her coming.
Wild hair, almost black, and dark brown eyes star in my fantasies, but Paisley keeps herself out of reach. She’s shielded behind a solid brick wall that I want to knock down more than I’ve ever wanted anything. As I get to know her, my hero complex grows as fast as the chemistry burning between us. Maybe it’s just the former soldier and the sergeant at arms in me talking, but I want to protect her from both my past and whoever sent her running to Montana.
And I will protect her, because this woman is mine.
PAISLEY
Three months ago, I found out how much cruelty can flow through someone’s veins. My whole world collapsed, and suffocating fear for the most precious thing life has ever given me sent me running.
Now, Montana is my new home. For how long? Only time will tell.
But when fate puts a sturdy, intense biker in my path, everything changes. The connection between Seth and me is palpable, and it grows stronger every day that I get to know him. It lures us together despite my efforts to stay away. And clearly, I fail at staying away. Because soon, what scares me the most is no longer the dreadful ghost of my recent past.
Now, I’m terrified I’ll have to run away again and lose the man I’m falling in love with.
Looking ahead again before taking the couple of steps separating me from the railing, I sigh happily. “Thank you for the ride. I still feel guilty for the day off just a week after I started, but the ride was awesome.”
“Happy you enjoyed it.”
Oh, that I did. I enjoyed it. More than I should have. Because yes, the ride itself was a terrific experience, but I won’t even try to deny that I enjoyed being so close to him just as much. Seth is a fit man with hard muscles all over his body. I’m worried that just thinking of getting a peek at the abs I got a feel of will have me blushing like an eighteen-year-old virgin. It doesn’t help that every time I think about his body, I’m brought back to the memory of his kiss all over again.
“Why the blush, doll?”
Seth’s question has me freezing briefly.
Oh God.
My worries were warranted, quite obviously. I’m not going to bullshit him saying that I’m not blushing, because one, he’s standing beside me, which means that he sees my face just fine, and second, my cheeks now feel even more on fire. I don’t have to see them to know they’re red.
“Would you believe me if I told you that I’m just a little hot?” I answer his question with my own, joking nervously.
Not saying anything at first, Seth places his glass of water onto the flat railing before moving to stand behind me. Muscular, tattooed and tanned, his arms cage me in. But I don’t feel threatened by his move. All I feel is safety, and a whole lot of tingles on my skin even though he’s not even touching me.
“That depends on what kind of hot we’re talking about here. Are you feeling hot because of the mild sunrays, or because of whatever it is you were thinking about just now? I’d personally prefer the latter,” he says before asking me point blank, “What were you thinking about, doll?”
Wondering how words can even form in my mouth right now, I confess in a low voice. “Something I have no business thinking.”
“Can I be the judge of that?”
His breath flowing over the skin of my neck turns my brain into mush—I guess that’s what I get for wearing my hair up in a ponytail—but his question doesn’t sound rhetorical. So, before I chicken out, I answer his first question.
“I was thinking that you have a very fit body. Very hard abs. You know, I felt them during the ride,” I explain briefly, forcing myself to shut up because I know that my nervous self will have me stammering eventually.
His voice sounds one octave lower when he asks me, “And did you like them?”
The least I can say is that this man has no issue going straight to the point with his questions. I’m not a prude, but still, I’m out of my comfort zone right now.
“Seth…”
When I don’t say anything more than his name, he speaks again with a voice that’s even deeper, without a doubt because of the lust that’s growing thick between us.
“That’s not an answer, doll.” The teasing in his voice is as clear as the lust. “Tell me what you’re feeling.”
What I’m feeling is pretty simple, but God, how can I voice something like that? I can’t bluntly tell him that I’m craving for him to kiss me with the same fierceness he kissed me with two days ago. Even more than that, I’m dying for his hands to let go of the railing and find a new place on me. We’re standing so close to each other, yet he feels so far away for what my body is crying out for. Even when he takes a step forward, bringing his front to meet my back, bringing his hard crotch to meet my ass, he still feels too far away.
I can’t believe what I’m doing. Well, technically, I’m not doing anything except standing here, but still.
“Tell me.” Seth whispers the command in my ear before his tongue comes out to flick over my earlobe.
“Touch me,” I blurt out, and for the next few seconds, I’m left speechless, shocked at my own words. But they’re out there, so I might as well get the confession out all the way. “I feel like I need you to touch me,” I say, basically saying the same thing, though I’m thankful that it comes out less like a desperate plea this time. “But it’d be a mistake,” I add without so much as a fleeting second of pause.
I mean that, but the furious need that has invaded every part of my body doesn’t recede even slightly.
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Title: Welcome to Visanthe Author: L.M. Sanguinette Genre: Young Adult Fantasy Romance
THE SHADOWS HAVE AWAKENED…
Raised on a small unassuming island in the Caribbean, with the kind of sleepy town lifestyle better suited to old fishermen than fiery young troublemakers, Savara believes she has her world all figured out—and hates it. Yet, on her eighteenth birthday—the anniversary of her parents’ death—she wakes up to find the only world she has ever known might have all been a lie.
An unexpected death and the appearance of a mysterious off-worlder force Savara to question everything she has ever known as she and Jasper—her “only adventurous in books” best friend—are thrust into a new world, faced with a task that will not only determine their fates, but the fate of an entire nation. The shadows of a long-forgotten past have awakened with a thirst for blood. Will she be able to stop them from devouring everything in their path? Or will she fall victim to her own demons?
Join them on their journey to a world of elemental magic, where the lines of good and evil have been distorted, and truth is most often paid for in blood.
When she was younger, Savara used to listen to the stories her uncle would tell with rapt attention, wishing that they were real. Fantastical beasts, fires that lived, oceans that sang, people who moved like gods… Sometimes she even wished to be one of them, the people who could move stones with their mind, summon fire at the twitch of their fingers, create gigantic waves or powerful winds with the flick of their wrists, or even steal light from the world around them.
“My uncle used to tell me stories…” she said cautiously, unwilling to divulge too much of her memories. “I think they were about this place. About the creatures that call it home, and what they’re capable of…” When the man didn’t reply, she added, “They weren’t just stories.” Savara waited for an answer to the not-quite-question that might ease her worries.
His pause felt eternal. The flickering of the lamp’s flame filled the space where words should’ve been. Finally, he took a breath. “No.”
Back then, his stories seemed to resonate with something inside her, which she mistook for longing. Now, she wasn’t so sure. Besides, from what she now remembered, none of his stories ever ended well.
“They weren’t happy stories,” she continued.
“Not all stories are happy, no matter the world.”
Thinking back on all the strange tales her uncle had filled her head with over the years, she realised that part of the pleasure in stories is that they are just that, stories, things to imagine without facing consequences. No one gives a second thought to the monsters that lurk in the shadows so long as the hero is safe at the end. But hearing a story is different from living it. She couldn’t simply close the book when she got scared or skip to the end to know everything would be alright. Savara didn’t like the new sensation taking root in the pit of her stomach, the one that left her wondering what exactly it meant to not be human, and in Jasper’s case, to be one in a world that wasn’t.
L. M. Sanguinette was born on a small island in the Caribbean, where the palm trees watched over her like giants and the sea crept up to her feet to say “hello”. Nowadays she can be found in one of the many hidden coffee shops of Madrid conversing with the spirits of the old city.
