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Hidden Heat by Carla Swafford
Brothers of Mayhem #1
Releasing on February 16, 2016
Sizzling
with passion and suspense, perfect for fans of Joanna Wylde and Julie Ann
Walker, the Brothers of Mayhem series revs up as a headstrong beauty faces off
against an outlaw motorcycle club—and falls for the bad boy she never saw
coming.
Synopsis:
Cassidy
Ryder refuses to be intimidated by anyone, even the hell-raising, hard-drinking
Brothers of Mayhem. The daughter of their former president, she’s not above
smashing a few heads to keep her teenage brother safe. But when Cassidy’s big
mouth gets her in trouble, the only thing that saves her is some quick thinking
from the Brothers’ bartender. He’s commanding and strong, and as smooth as the
whiskey he pours: the ultimate temptation for a girl who swore she’d never be a
biker’s plaything.
But
Thorn Savalas is no ordinary biker. He’s a cop, and he’s worked too hard
earning the Brothers’ trust to blow his cover over a female—even one who rocks
a pair of jeans like Cassidy. The only way to protect her is by claiming she’s
his old lady. Trouble is, Thorn can’t just pretend. He wants Cassidy, and every
scorching touch tells him she feels the same. But acting on their hottest
fantasies could leave them both exposed . . . even if nothing else has ever
felt so real.
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“Listen,
sugar, I’ll tell you about your brother, but you need to keep your
mouth shut.”
“What
is it about you people? I can say whatever I like. This is a free
country.”
He
let his disappointment show on his face. “You’re smarter than
you’re acting.”
“I’m
smart enough to know—”
He
slapped the wall, frustrated that he couldn’t make her understand.
She straightened, face pale and eyes wide open. That got her
attention.
“For
Christ’s sake, listen to me before you get us both killed,” he
said, grinding his back teeth in impatience. She finally closed her
mouth. “Storm is running an errand for Stonewall. And no, I can’t
tell you more than that. I’m taking a chance as it is. He should be
back by midnight and then I’ll tell him to call you.” Finally, in
control of his body, he walked around the desk and grabbed her arm,
wanting to emphasize the danger she was in. He leaned down. “Go
home,” he whispered.
Her
eyes searched his. Probably trying to guess his game. All he wanted
to do was keep her safe, but she refused to believe it. For now, they
had one more problem: how was he going to explain to the club about
their time alone in the office?
He
had only one solution.
Moving
a little closer, he added, “Before you head home, you need to look
like we went at it hot and heavy back here.”
“What?”
She took a step back, confusion on her face as she glanced around.
“There
is only one reason for a Mayhem Brother to take a female in the back
office, and that’s to fuck her. Unless you want me to do it for
real, you need to look the part.”
“Huh?”
She frowned. Why was she having such a difficult time imagining
anyone wanting her in that way?
Whoa!
Had
no one ever come on to her? Were the bastards around there blind? He
sighed and then tightened his grip on her arm.
Guessing
she would learn the hard way, he kissed her. Admittedly, he’d
wanted to do that since the first time his gaze ate her up. All round
curves in the right places, she looked like a sex doll come to life.
He’d tried to stay away from her, but this opportunity was too good
to pass up.
For
a split second, she pushed against his chest and then her arms slid
around his neck. He cupped her full breasts and pinched her nipples.
She groaned in his mouth. Without wasting time, he pulled at her tee,
twisting it slightly, and pressed her back against the wall. His hand
ran across her stomach, flipping the snap open on her jeans with his
thumb. She smelled so good, a mixture of healthy woman and a hint of
flowers. Her mussed hair from earlier was no match for his fingers
running through the soft strands again. She groaned and arched into
him. Damn, she was deliciously responsive.
His
willpower neared the breaking point and he let her go. He walked
stiff legged to the door and peeked out. All clear. One deep intake
of musty air, he braced for what he’d see. Rumpled and dazed, she
appeared well fucked. He bit the inside of his mouth to stop from
groaning in regret. What he’d give for it to be true.
“Come
on.” He held out his hand. “Better leave now or I’ll finish
what I started.”
She
shook her head and hid her hands behind her back.
“Why
are you helping me?”
“The
hell I know,” he snapped. That was a lie. Anything he said would
only lead to more questions he couldn’t answer.
Another
shake of her head. She appeared stuck to the floor. Was she trying to
clear her head or protest his option? Before she decided to cause
more trouble, he clasped her arm. She winced, and he eased off a
little.
Damn,
last thing I need to do is leave bruises.
Tugging
her out of the door, he headed toward the barroom. When she placed
her hand over his and looked into his eyes, he loosened his grip a
little more. Then she matched his stride.
Everyone
stared. Two old men playing cards near the door chuckled and returned
to their game.
Showtime.
He hoped she’d play along.
“Next
time, call me.” He lightly slapped her ass. “I’ll tell you when
I can visit and help with your problem,” he said, loud enough for
everyone to hear.
She
blinked and glanced around before nodding.
Slightly
amused by the lost-little-girl look on her face, he lifted her chin
with a finger and kissed her again. He sank into it wholeheartedly
without any other motive but to enjoy her taste. Her lips parted
without hesitation. Her tongue darted into his mouth, and he almost
came in his jeans. Damn.
Why hadn’t he shoved her out the door faster?
The
room burst out in applause, wolf whistles, and several obscene
suggestions.
Regaining
control, he ended the kiss and propelled her toward the door. “See
you later, sweet cheeks.” His hand smacked her ass one last time.
It
felt so good.
He
watched her move like a zombie down the sidewalk to the parked cars.
She looked back. He grinned at her angry, confused look. She jerked
around and sashayed to her old beat-up sedan. That livened her up.
He
liked that he stirred her up in every direction, from hormones to
indignation. She needed something else to think about besides the
whereabouts of a rebellious brother. That would likely get her into
trouble.
As
she stalked by, several Brothers hanging near the front porch checked
her out and then glanced back to where he stood. One burly fellow
gave a thumbs-up.
Curses
filled the air. She struggled with opening the car door, and it
opened with a loud metal squeak. The joints definitely needed oiling.
How
did that piece of shit hold together? She needed a better ride,
something safe.
Who
was he to worry about that?
He
turned back to the barroom and caught the expression on Stonewall’s
face.
Well,
hell. Thorn
didn’t like that smile one bit. Meant nothing but trouble.
What
in the hell had he gotten them into? How was he going to protect her
and himself?
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