Meet the characters:
Guard has lived a secret past. His present is Satan’s Pride, but his future includes Ava. He needs to convince her that she fits into his lifestyle, and he’ll do whatever it takes to make that happen.
Ava needs to let go of the past to make room for her future. She’s a young widow with a brand-new plan until she meets Guard, who makes her see another path. Can she let down her walls to let him in?
The Story of Guard and Ava is about two people surrendering and finding the courage to explore their desire for each other.
Feel the passion:
“I can introduce myself, Vi.” I hear that sultry smooth voice behind me. I turn around to find Guard so very close to me. I force myself to look up at him. My God, he’s gorgeous. He reaches out to take my hand, then pulls me closer. God, I hope I’m still breathing. I twist my head around to look for Vi, Orion, and Demon, but they’ve made themselves scarce.
“They’re not here, my little dancer.” The sexy growl shakes me to my core as he moves me closer still. I place my hands on Guard’s chest to keep some space between us. No such luck, as he wraps his arms around my waist, locking us together. I’m full-on against his chest at this point and finding it harder and harder to breathe. I pull my head back to meet his gaze. I should say something, but my mouth can’t seem to form words.
I finally find my voice and ask, “Why are you here?” I bite my lower lip, waiting for an answer.
“Baby, I told you already. You’re mine. You had to expect I’d be coming to claim you.” One of his paws holds my waist and the other navigates its tingling way up my spine to rest at the back of my head. His head dips closer. His nose moves intimately along mine. His lips caress my cheek, making a path to my ear. “So beautiful.”
My breath hitches as I try to get my betraying body under control. No man has been this close to me since James. I drop my gaze to hide my arousal and try to push away from his rock-hard chest.
“Hush, baby,” he whispers at my ear. “Let me hold you.”
A tremble runs through me. Oh. My. God. I’m losing this battle. I can’t think straight. I can hear his breath in my ear. His strong fingers at the back of my head hold me firm and tilt my head back, exposing my neck. His lips move from my ear down the side of my neck, then hit this sensitive spot right under my ear, and a low moan leaves my throat. I bite my lip again in a desperate attempt to ground myself.
No, no, no.
“Look at me, angel,” he commands. A fire flares in his eyes. “I’m taking your mouth, baby. I need to taste you.”
Leaves you wanting more:
Finding the shop is easy. I just look for the place lined with men in Satan’s Pride jackets. I have to get past at least twenty hot biker badasses covering the front of the place.
“Excuse me,” I ask quietly, tapping the first guy on the arm. He takes a quick look at me and steps aside, giving me a sly grin. It’s like the parting of the Red Sea, and each biker I encounter moves either to the left or right, allowing me to get by. It’s freaky!
Even freakier is the way they’re staring at me as I make my way inside the store. I look back a couple of times and notice some smirks and raised eyebrows. I see War, and Demon. They’re definitely smirking, like they know a secret.
Thankfully, I spot Orion. “Hey, is Guard here?”
“Oh yeah. He’s here. He’s right over there.” Orion points toward the wall at the far end of the room. I sense a hint of teasing in that tone he’s using. They’re all making me nervous. I start walking toward Guard. He must hear my heels clicking on the floor, because he turns sharply, hands on hips with a look on his face I can’t read. I slow my pace mainly because I’m trying to discern his expression, and he’s looking fierce.
Guard jerks his head toward the wall and then back to me. I follow his gaze to the wall. That’s when I stop dead.
Oh. My. God.
Lining the wall are framed pictures of me in huge poster form, and not just any pictures, but the ones Brian took just a few weeks ago. I look at the photos, then back at Guard, doing this several times. Is he angry? What’s he freaking out about?
He starts to walk slowly toward me. I, however, back up. Fast.
“Ava! Where are you going?” he asks in a slow purposeful tone.
“Um, honey, are you mad?” I ask cautiously, still backing up.
“Why would I be mad, angel?” he asks in that same menacing tone. He’s still moving toward me, faster than I can retreat.
“I don’t know.” I shrug. “You shouldn’t be. You knew I modeled.” Yet I keep stepping back as he continues to gain ground.
“Angel, do you know where these are distributed?”
“No. Why would it matter?” I’m confused and shaking my head.
“Every mechanic and parts place that carries that brand. And that’s everywhere!”
Oh no!
Well, at this point, I’m backpedaling faster and trying to place a little more distance between us. “Guard, those pictures are nice. The clothing covers all essential places, and I made sure of it when I picked them.”
“Stop moving, Ava! There’s nowhere to go,” he commands. I stop and see we are putting on a show for the crew of dudes hanging in the shop. Their laughter is echoing around the room. Now I’m getting a little peeved. I have nothing to be ashamed of.
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