Asking for Trouble (The Fallen Men, #8)

by Giana Darling

It’s funny how biology can tell lies much more eloquently than our mouths.

And, Blue baby, that sucker punched me. A girl like you should have a whole army’a family at your back keepin’ ya safe and makin’ ya promises they always intend to fuckin’ keep.”

“I don’t date bikers.” “Who said anythin’ about datin’?” he countered with a roguish grin. “Fine, I don’t sleep with bikers.” “Blue baby, the way I do it, there’s no sleepin’ involved at all.”

“Now in the dark, tomorrow in the light. Painted in neons or sunlight or starlight, you’re mine, Blue. You get me?”