Roses and Skulls (Rebel Skulls MC #3)

by L.M. Terry

“This is…” He rubs his hand over his jaw, his eyes narrowing on me. “Take your clothes off.”

Before I turn and walk away, I curtsey, whispering, “Goodbye, Sir Bill, until we meet again.”

Tiny hands wrap around me, holding on tight to my leather cut. My daughter’s little squeals of laughter make my heart happy. As I pull into Black Rose Custom Bikes, I

His grandmother places her hands on her hips. “Don’t lie to your daddy, you were a little shit today.”