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352 pages, Paperback
First published October 7, 2014
She was too nice, too clean, and way the fuck to grown up. Ms. Armstrong was a regular citizen walking the straight and narrow, and she had no place in my world. She’d run off screaming in the darkness if I cut loose with her.The more Picnic and London are thrown together, the more their attraction grows. London’s kid Jessica is trouble. And Picnic goes against his better judgment and helps her. This makes London ‘owe him’. Even though Picnic tells himself over and over again this is not the type of girl he should be with, he can’t help his desire for her. He hasn’t felt this way about any woman since his wife.
The only thing worse than destroying the man you care about is destroying him after he makes heartbreakingly beautiful love to you. I was still going to do it, though. I didn’t have a choice.London didn’t feel like she even had a choice in the matter. It was what it was and she was just going to have to deal with the consequences.
I was learning the hard way that nothing can protect us from the real monsters.
I think getting involved would be a big mistake. Not only that, I'm seeing someone already."
"I don't want to get involved and I don't give a shit about your boyfriend. But I wouldn't mind fucking your tits- that'd motivate me to help. Your call."
I want to stick my cock into your pussy. Don't worry- I'll get you nice and ready first. Open you up with my fingers, make sure you're so wet and hot that when you wrap around me, it'll feel like I'm fucking a goddess because you're goddamn perfect, London. I can't wait to feel your cunt squeezing me.
There's something about you, London, something that's real in a way I can't even begin to explain. I like it and I want it.
"You know, there's a party game I've played before, where people try to decide where they'd go or what they'd do if they could travel back in time. Some people say they'd go back and meet Jesus, or kill Hitler, or talk to Albert Einstein...But if I could back and change one thing, it'd be the fact that I went to bed that night without finding my girl first."Reese and London's love story isn't an easy one by any standards. Family obligations and loyalties fight to tear them apart at every corner. Their story was so good that I didn't want it to end. I wanted to continue flipping pages until my kindle died. Luckily there is an epilogue. I was excited for the epilogue but when I saw we got a BONUS epilogue and I was ECSTATIC. Until I realized that I have to wait to find out what happens with the characters in the epilogue and bonus epilogue.
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"There's something about you, London, something that's real in a way I can't even begin to explain. I like it and I want it(...) So far as I figure, that makes you mine."
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'I don’t know what bothered me more, his inherent scariness or the fact that his scariness sort of secretly turned me on.'
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"Just let me be strong for you for one minute, okay? You've held on for a long time sweetheart."
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"Fuck, babe. You can have whatever you want."
I squeezed him tight, because I already had what I wanted.
Him.
This.
Us.
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“It took everything I had to bite back a little squee of excitement, because there’s not a woman on earth who doesn’t secretly want to ride off into the sunset with a bad man on a bike.”
“If you look at me like that for even one more second, I’m gonna throw you down on that bed and fuck every part of you, starting with your tits. Unless that’s on the menu, you need to grab your shit and leave while you still can. This is the only warning you’ll get.”
“Yeah, I'm a real piece of work- a single man fucking a willing partner in the privacy of my own home. Sometimes I cry myself to sleep, I'm so ashamed of my actions.”
“To hell with this slow shit. “You’re wearing too much,” I said. “Take something off, because otherwise I’m going to start ripping things.”
As Reapers Motorcycle Club president, Reese “Picnic” Hayes has given his entire life to the club. After losing his wife, he knew he’d never love another woman. And with two daughters to raise and a club to manage, that was just fine with him. These days, Reese keeps his relationships free and easy—he definitely doesn’t want to waste his time on a glorified cleaning lady like London Armstrong.
Too bad he’s completely obsessed with her.
Besides running her own business, London’s got her junkie cousin’s daughter to look after—a more reckless than average eighteen-year-old. Sure she’s attracted to the Reapers’ president, but she’s not stupid. Reese Hayes is a criminal and a thug. But when her young cousin gets caught up with a ruthless drug cartel, Reese might be the only man who can help her. Now London has to make the hardest decision of her life—how far will she go to save her family?
Bitchy Cousin got into trouble? Stupid Loni to the rescue.
Bitchy Cousin cursed around, pissing off Loni? Stupid Loni was the one apologizing.
Bitchy Cousin and her mom being bitchy? Loni disowned the mom, but kept the kid for some reason only known to stupid people like her.
Bitchy Cousin wanted something expensive not on the budget? Loni didn't say no, and simply bought it right away.
...because there's not a woman on earth who doesn't secretly want to ride off into the sunset with a bad man on a bike...especially after having excellent sex with that man.
I didn't need a man, but if I wanted one I'd take him and use him and then pass him along without a second thought, because I'd become a sophisticated, modern woman if it killed me.
Sure.
And I would lose ten pounds and age backward, too. Right after I learned to fly my invisible jet.
"Slept around a lot, but none of them ever felt real to me. There's something about you, London, something that's REAL in a way I can't even begin to explain. I like it and I want it....So far as I figure, that makes you mine."
"It's a guy thing. We like taking care of our women. You don't let me help you, the other boys'll make fun of me and then I'll have to cry. Are you trying to make me cry, London?"
Reese was a Grade A man-whore, and I couldn’t let myself get attached to him. Fun to play with but not a keeper.
"Don’t fuck with a mama bear, Reese. Doesn’t end well for anyone—not even big, bad bikers.”.
“I just gave your girl a damned big pass,” he said slowly, taking a step toward me. I backed up warily. “But someone has to pay for what she did.”
“Because if you look at me like that for even one more second, I’m gonna throw you down on that bed and fuck every part of you, starting with your tits. Unless that’s on the menu, you need to grab your shit and leave while you still can. This is the only warning you’ll get.”
“Just let me be strong for you for a minute, okay?” he said softly. “You’ve held on for a long time, sweetheart. Nobody can say you haven’t been strong. But it’s been a hell of a night, so why don’t you let me hold you and help you right now.”