Ride hard. Live free.
When Blaze realizes the sexy librarian needs some muscle, he's only too happy to provide it - at a cost. He doesn't just want the woman in his bed, he wants to put his mark on
Luna slipped into her car, locked the doors, and drove home with one eye on the rearview mirror at all times. No one followed her, but that didn’t ease her worry in the least. If he knew her number, he knew where she worked, and it was only a matter of time before he discovered where she lived—if he hadn’t already. One thing was very clear to her. She either needed some protection, or she would have to leave town, and she really liked Willow Lake. But where would she find a bodyguard? No, she didn’t need a bodyguard. She needed someone who would kill without question, someone who wouldn’t hesitate to slit Ricardo’s throat the moment he came after her. Mercenaries weren’t exactly listed in the Yellow
So consumed with her thoughts, it was almost too late when she saw the red taillight in front of her. She slammed on her brakes, causing
She quickly scanned the patches on the vest. Sergeant at Arms, 1%, Steel Riders, and others adorned the leather. A frisson of fear held her locked in place as he approached. It had been a long time since she’d been face to face with a biker, and those were far from happy times for her. Was it a coincidence that she’d nearly run him over, or had Ricardo sent him? She didn’t know who was in bed with the Desert Dogs these days, and she didn’t want to know.
He tapped on the window when he stood by her small car and she hesitantly rolled it down. She peered up at him as he hunkered beside her, removing the helmet from his head. It was too dark to clearly see his features, but dark eyes under arched eyebrows studied her.
“Are you all right?” he asked.
“You’re the one I’m talking to.”
Luna swallowed the knot in her throat. “I-I’m fine. S-sorry for almost running you over. I didn’t see you.”
He leaned closer and inhaled, his nostrils flaring. A low rumbled sounded from the large man and she stifled the gasp that rose to her lips. His eyes flashed in the moonlight, opalescent like an animal’s eyes when it’s caught in the headlights of an oncoming car. She knew those eyes. Had seen them before.
“You’re a shifter,” she said softly.
If he was surprised by her observation, he hid it well.
“If you’re a shifter, then Ricardo didn’t send you.” Relief coursed through her at the revelation. Her brother would never dirty his hands by working with shifters. Prostitution, drugs, stolen goods…but not shifters. He considered them to be lowest of the low.
“No, Ricardo didn’t send me.” He leaned in and sniffed again. “Why are you afraid?”
Trust didn’t come easily to Luna and she bit her lip to hold back the words that wanted to spill forth. She’d kept Ricardo a secret since coming to Willow Lake, had never even mentioned having a brother. But for some reason, she wanted to confide in this stranger, this large shifter who watched her with a steady gaze that unnerved her. Luna didn’t know how long she’d stared back at him, the words held hostage in her throat.
“All right. Let’s try this again. I can scent that you’re afraid. Is this Ricardo person after you? Are you in trouble?” He stared at her so intently that she thought he could see into her very soul.