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I’m launching a brand new biker romance series, and I’m so excited about it! Meet Ghost, Tex and Riot, three panty-droppingly delicious members of the Outlaw Sons who find themselves with poor, innocent Jessica as their hostage. Jessica’s life has been anything but a dance on roses, and when they steal her away, she never wants to go back, even if it means living at the hands of a band of dangerous criminals. Of course, it doesn’t take long before she’s got the boys on her side and sparks fly, both in the bedroom and outside it.

If you like sinfully spice, over the top action and three deadly and handsome men who will do anything to keep their woman safe and happy, then Outlaws’ Property might just be the book for you!

The Outlaw Sons exist in the same world as the Screaming Eagles, so if you’ve read those books, you might notice a little reference here and there, but Outlaws’ Property is fully standalone, and written so that there is no need to know about anything else to fully enjoy the story and characters.

So if that doesn’t have you ready to go meet them, maybe a little sample will?


Jessica

Where am I?

My eyes pop open, showing me an unfamiliar wall.

Last night comes back to me in fragments. Bar, rock music, drinking… kisses. Oh my God, the kisses. I kissed all of them. Tex, Riot and Ghost. And I liked it. A lot. I think I even did pretty well, not that I have anything to compare it to, but they didn’t have any complaints and I’m pretty sure guys like them know the difference between a good kiss and a bad one.

I just can't believe I actually did it.

The bed shifts, and someone makes a low, sleepy noise. I slap a hand over my mouth, holding in the squeak of surprise. I turn as carefully as possible to see who I’m sharing a bed with, because I’m very sure it isn’t Anne.

Ghost is asleep beside me. He’s kicked off the blanket, and his head is turned the other way, with one arm slung over his eyes. I want to reach out and touch him, but it might break the spell.

His hair is undone and loose on his pillow. It’s shaved close on the sides, but long enough down the center to let him bind it back most of the time. Red glints in his short beard, and his lips are slightly parted. My eyes trail down his body, taking in the light dusting of hair on his chest that thickens as it approaches his boxers. His torso is covered in scars, signs of a dangerous life lived. Really dangerous, from the looks of it. And where there aren’t scars, there are colorful tattoos, just like up and down his arms. At least there aren’t any girlfriend names that I can see. Then my eyes drop lower.

My mouth goes dry, and it has nothing to do with not drinking enough water before I fell asleep.

Wow, from the look of the bulge under those shorts, he’s big everywhere.

What if I… No, I can’t. But he’s so still, so deeply asleep.

Slowly, ever so slowly, I inch my fingers closer to his leg. The moment my skin brushes his, he stirs. I quickly pull my hand back, biting my lip as he shifts in bed and sighs. The moment he settles back into sleep, I can’t help it. My hand slides down again, and I trace my fingers lightly across his thigh. I feel him stir, and then, all at once he jackknifes in bed and has me pinned beneath him before I can react, a knife at my throat that came out of nowhere.

I stay completely still, heart pounding like a rabbit caught in a snare. The most terrifying part is that I don't even think he knew he was doing it, because I'm inches from his face and I can see as comprehension fills his eyes and the tension in his body slowly fades. The hand holding the knife relaxes, but the blade stays in his grip. He looks like a feral creature, still ready to strike.