That’s how movies tell the tale.
My lifestyle—not for the faint of heart.
My oath—to protect the brothers I’ve come to call family.
This life isn’t for everyone.
Especially those in the spotlight.
Meeting a Hollywood A-lister isn’t on my bucket list, and falling for one does
not suit my plans.
But a biker who hides in the shadows and an actress bathed in neon lights,
calls for disaster.
This story isn’t only about finding stability—it’s friendship, conflict,
deception and slaughter.
Will we find the right balance?
these guys are from my clubhouse. They’ve come to check in on me. Say hello,
everyone,” Cindi calls out.
a gorgeous name. Her eyes light up as she assesses me again.
the kinds of bikers in your clubhouse? No wonder you were telling me they’re
all gorgeous. I mean look at muscles here.”
at Noah, then her eyes wander back to me.
bun… wow! Certainly not how I pictured macho bikers.”
my face. “You don’t think we’re biker enough for you, darlin’?” I ask.
pull in tight, but the edges curl upward giving her away as she folds her arms
over her chest, the papers making a crinkling sound.
your hair is far too pretty to convey a murderous one percenter.”
small laugh. “How do you know what a one percenter is?”
“I saw Sons of Anarchy.”
brow. “And did you think Jax was a badass?”
hesitates, but her lips turn up. Her pearly whites dazzle me like the stars do
after the dimness of dusk. In this moment right here, I have to stop and admire
her true beauty.
had his moments.”
out of her spell and brought back into the moment, so I make my point.
he and his badass-self have long, pretty hair, too?”
like a damn hyena as Cindi gives me a double thumbs up.
her head. “Touché, Tarzan.”
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Adelaide, South Australia. With a background in graphic design and a flair for
all things creative, she felt compelled to write the story brewing in her mind.
cry, and get completely enveloped with the characters and their story lines.
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