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384 pages, Paperback
First published August 9, 2016
Yup. I was woman enough to own it. Tinker Garrett, aged thirty-six, was in lust with Cooper Romero. The man was so damed easy on the eyes that it caused me physical pain. Okay, not pain. Warm tinglies.
Reapers forever, forever Reapers.
Sometimes loyalty sucks.
"Yes, I'd been sick of managing the Reapers MC's strip club and I'd wanted a change of pace. But I'd also wanted to leave the crazy bitch-drama behind."
""I've been suffocating, waiting for you, and I don't think you've had it any easier"
“When you look back at this moment, I want you to remember there was a BEFORE I claimed you and an AFTER. Now it’s after. You got me?”
“She pretty wild in the sack?” I asked, shooting a sly glance toward my president. Pic stiffened. “Shut your fucking mouth. We’re not having a conversation about my daughter’s sex life. Ever.”
“We’ve covered my stalkerishness before, so let’s keep moving here. We’ll throw darts at the picture and curse all men. It’ll be fun.” “We don’t need to curse Darren.” “Not unless he pisses me off between now and then,” she said brightly. “But if he does, all bets are off. So, dinner?”