Blossom — My life is about as complicated as it can get. To fulfill his political aspirations, my stepfather has decided to sell me to a man who can take him to the governor’s seat. He’s always been abusive, demanding I be perfect in public, silent in private, and obey him in all things. After we moved to Evansville, Indiana, I spent months trying to find the perfect protector, looking for the biggest, bravest, meanest man I could find. Then I meet Walker from the motorcycle club, Iron Tzars. He’s everything I need, everything I want, and nothing I can handle. But he’s the one. And I’m determined for him to make me his.
Walker — I’m emotionally unavailable, a mean bastard on the best of days. Serving my country as a Dog Handler for the Army, finding explosives meant to kill my fellow soldiers and innocent people, left me with emotional scars I never thought I’d get over. I lost my fiancée, my partner, and my ability to empathize with anything. Hell, I even refused to name the dog that took up with me and refused to leave, simply calling her Dog. Then this lost little waif worms her way into a compound full of hardasses who never allow outsiders. Of all the men in this club, the little fool sets her sights on me. Time to set her straight. Only, I might have gone too far. If Blossom doesn’t survive this, it’s on me. And I might have accidentally fallen for her.
WARNING: Graphic violence, adult situations, and references to human trafficking and domestic abuse that may be triggers for some readers. Features a grumpy hero and a feisty heroine. Eventual happy ending and NO cheating, as always.
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I should have turned away, because I knew what was coming next. Like an idiot, I kept watching, even knowing it was the worst possible thing I could do. Sure enough, Blossom turned her head in my direction. When I gave her a hard, disapproving stare, she blushed and ducked her head, turning away from me. Yeah. It was time I left the common room.
I slammed the shot glass down on the bar and rose. I needed a distraction. No better distraction than a nice long ride.
“Walker!”
F***. Me.
Blossom. For God’s sake. The woman simply would not take a f***ing hint.
“Ain’t got time for you, girl,” I growled. “Go find someone else to pester. Preferably somewhere you belong.
”She gasped and blinked a few times before flashing me a bright smile. “I didn’t mean to bother you. I just thought you might like to join us. I made cookies for everyone.”
“Don’t need no f****in’ cookies.” I pushed past her and outside. I needed to f***ing ride. To get out of her presence. I had no desire to take on another woman. Not after losing Rebecca.“
I was only trying to do something nice. Everyone seems to like it when I bring goodies.” She was still smiling, but it looked a little forced. I couldn’t blame her. I was gruff on the best of days. This wasn’t the best of days. Mainly because she kept f***ing showing up!
“Look. Let’s cut to the chase. You’re followin’ me around like a lost puppy dog. I ain’t interested. OK?”
She blinked several times, but I could tell she wasn’t done yet. “How do you know? I mean, what if we found we enjoyed each other’s company?” She gave me a shy smile. “I mean, we don’t have to do anything else. I just want to get to know you better.
”I snorted a scoffing dissent. “Girl, what reason would I have to get to know you, huh? Even if I decided I wanted you, there’s no way a little innocent like you could keep up with me.” I had to hide my wince. I sounded arrogant as hell. God knew I didn’t mean it, but I had to do something to get her off me. It would only end with her getting hurt and me feeling even
more like shit than I already did.
Surprisingly, Blossom lifted her chin. “You don’t know that. Everyone has to learn, and I could pick up on what you needed. I’m not stupid.”
“Oh, really,” I drawled. Snagging her upper arm, I pulled her after me outside the clubhouse. Once the door shut behind us, I pressed her against the outside wall and leaned my weight against her, trapping her. Her hands landed on my chest, her eyes wide and her breath coming in sharp pants. Her pulse fluttered at her throat.
Needing to drive this lesson home, I snagged her wrists and shoved them above her head, trapping them in one of mine. “You don’t get it, girl. You have no idea what I need, and I promise you, you’re not even close to being ready for my brand of f***in’.”
When she opened her mouth, I grabbed her jaw with my other hand and took her mouth in a deep, searing kiss. I thrust my tongue deep, taking what I wanted from her. It wasn’t a gentle kiss. Not even close. Any club whore I’d ever kissed this way knew they were in for a hard f***ing. Some of them welcomed it. Others knew it was time to move on. I was hoping this girl realized the latter because I wasn’t sure I’d survive if she embraced it. Lord knew there was no way I could resist her if she did.
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