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The Sins We Hide taste....
Have you read the first book in my Iron Outlaws MC series yet?
Try this on for size. Clutch "Landon" is the Vice President of the Iron Outlaws MC and his best friend and President's sister has just come back to the club unexpectedly.
The Sins We HideScarlett Cole
Landon wears a cut with the road name Clutch. When his eyes meet mine, there’s a spark of recognition. Familiarity.
I’ve missed him more than my brother.
A fleeting flash of warmth to offset the aggressive air-conditioning that’s making my nipples peak.
At least that’s what I hope is causing it. Not the man who was a boy I once loved with my tender teenage heart.
His gaze turns to contempt.
His knuckles are bloodied and raw. There’s a cut above his eyebrow, and a hickey is blooming on his neck.
He’s filled out. When I left, he was still a scrawny thing who didn’t fill out his T-shirt. To put some distance between us, I mentally decide to call him Clutch.
As Clutch walks towards me, I realize he’s taller than Uther now. He’s got to be six and half feet with change to spare. He’d fit right in at one of those scripted wrestling events. Bulked up, long hair with an undercut, a beard, and still devilishly handsome.
“We killing her or welcoming her back?” Clutch asks without taking his eyes off me. I’m confused by what I see in them.
“I haven’t decided. Yet,” Uther adds, ominously.
“Why’s she here?”
“This let’s-pretend-Gwen’s-not-here shit is grating on my last nerve. I can speak for myself. Ask me the questions. He barely knows more than you right now.”
Clutch looks over his shoulder to my brother. “Feisty.”
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Try this on for size. Clutch "Landon" is the Vice President of the Iron Outlaws MC and his best friend and President's sister has just come back to the club unexpectedly.
The Sins We HideScarlett Cole
Landon wears a cut with the road name Clutch. When his eyes meet mine, there’s a spark of recognition. Familiarity.
I’ve missed him more than my brother.
A fleeting flash of warmth to offset the aggressive air-conditioning that’s making my nipples peak.
At least that’s what I hope is causing it. Not the man who was a boy I once loved with my tender teenage heart.
His gaze turns to contempt.
His knuckles are bloodied and raw. There’s a cut above his eyebrow, and a hickey is blooming on his neck.
He’s filled out. When I left, he was still a scrawny thing who didn’t fill out his T-shirt. To put some distance between us, I mentally decide to call him Clutch.
As Clutch walks towards me, I realize he’s taller than Uther now. He’s got to be six and half feet with change to spare. He’d fit right in at one of those scripted wrestling events. Bulked up, long hair with an undercut, a beard, and still devilishly handsome.
“We killing her or welcoming her back?” Clutch asks without taking his eyes off me. I’m confused by what I see in them.
“I haven’t decided. Yet,” Uther adds, ominously.
“Why’s she here?”
“This let’s-pretend-Gwen’s-not-here shit is grating on my last nerve. I can speak for myself. Ask me the questions. He barely knows more than you right now.”
Clutch looks over his shoulder to my brother. “Feisty.”
Want more, get it here - http://www.scarlettcole.com/ironoutla...
