Meet the characters:
Roscoe’s the light-hearted, friendly brother, who is always first in line to lend a hand to a brother in need. He looked after his sister when their parents passed and made sure she had a future. Roscoe’s always willing to do what it takes to protect the club. One day, he’s the one in trouble, and on a routine skip he’s attacked by gang members who are out to get him for taking one of their own to prison. Thank God for golden-haired angels who stop by the side of the road.
Willow never expected to encounter a group of guys running a motorcycle off the road. She quickly realizes that the man’s in trouble and rushes to his aid before the gang decided to finish the job. What starts off as an act of a good Samaritan becomes the beginning of a love story.
Unfortunately, the gang decides to go after Willow. Roscoe will do whatever it takes to keep her safe.
Feel the passion:
The only bad part about falling asleep is that I toss and turn and have unsettling dreams that I can’t even remember when I wake up. Yet, every darn morning, I find myself wedged into Roscoe’s good side with my arm slung around his middle, and I love that the best. I’ve never felt like I belonged, well and truly belonged, and when I wake up and find myself in his arms, it’s the only place I want to be. I’ve even contemplated buying a mini fridge and a hot plate and living the rest of my life right here beside him.
I’ve lost my mind. What’s going on with me?
Let’s not forget to mention how sexy Rossie is first thing in the morning. It’s torture, utter torture, when he wakes up and his sleepy eyes blink open, and they’re set right on me. And I swear, he feels the same sizzle. I can see the smoldering desire in his gaze. I want to pounce, and if it weren’t for fear of hurting him, I would.
Needing girl talk, I call Vi. Why Vi? Because she gets me. She’s a free spirit and has strong ideals about following your passion. When I called her an hour ago, her first words were “Get yourself beautiful. I’m taking you out for the best coffee in town.” I was a little worried she meant Hanna’s. Although I simply adore Hanna, I want this conversation to stay between the two of us for now. Vi must have caught on to my apprehension because she added, “Have you been to Millie’s? Her place is super sweet, and she does have the best coffee. Hanna’s got the best food and treats.”
“No, I haven’t.”
“You’ll love it there. See you soon.” Before I could respond, she hung up, and I headed off to get ready.
I come out of the bedroom now to see Roscoe has his sling off—again—and is trying the exercises he googled online to strengthen his shoulder. His cast comes off next week, due to his exceptional healing and excellent doctor care, and then he needs to have physiotherapy on both his arm and shoulder.
“I’m telling on you. Saint will be mad.” I hitch my hip and shake my finger like a mom chastising her naughty two-year-old boy. “Your mom must have had her hands full with you.”
And there he goes with that sly, panty-dropping smile that weakens my knees every time. “I was a good boy with my mama. I was her”—he raises his voice in a feminine tone with a drawl, imitating his mama—“sweet little angel.” I burst out laughing and can’t seem to stop. It seems it’s contagious because now Roscoe’s laughing and falling onto the couch next to me.
Then suddenly, we’re not laughing anymore. I’ve fallen on my back, and Roscoe looms over me. His grin is gone and has been replaced by the look of a very hungry man. His eyes fall to my lips, and I know he’s going to kiss me.
When his lips touch mine, it’s with heat and desperation for more. I open my mouth, letting him in, bathing in the goodness of our mouths connecting. The warmth spreads throughout my body, and I cling to his shoulders, needing to keep him right where he is, although I know he’s not going anywhere. Our dueling tongues desperate for more, I latch onto his hair, feeling the soft strands, but I never want to let him go so that this can go on forever.
Leaves you wanting more:
“My sparkle girl. I love that about you. You jumped in to help without regard for your own safety. You’ve got courage and strength and a heart of gold.” His voice is like honey, soothing my anger. He moves the tray to one side and pats the spot beside him. I sit on the edge of the bed, closing my eyes as he strokes my cheek with his callused fingers, rough, yet seductive. I lean into his touch. “I want to kiss you. I want that so badly.”
I wait, but when no kiss comes. I blink my eyes open. “Then kiss me.” The words are like a whisper in the wind.
“The kind of kiss I want to give you won’t be gentle and sweet. I want to ravage your mouth, brand your lips with mine, and pull you so close that we’ll be seared together until I can finally let you go.” His words penetrate my mind, and my legs turn to jelly. I want that too.
I’m not some young novice. I’ve dated plenty, including some really amazing guys who had wonderful qualities, but none of them left me panting like I am right now. The sizzling heat between us happened from the very first touch. I ignored it then, thinking it was the adrenaline rush. Now I know different. His smile is addictive. His tousled light brown wavy hair is delightfully messy and sexy as hell on him. And when our eyes meet, his twinkle with promise and mischief. A heady combination that I find completely alluring.
It takes me a minute to rein myself in before I reply, “Well then, we’ll have to get you out of these bandages as soon as possible.”
“I swear to you, it’ll be worth the wait.”
“Eat up, Rossie. We need to get you fighting fit,” I tease. As he finishes his meal, we chat about this and that. I can tell he’s exhausted and has overdone it. I pull the blanket up over his body and kiss his temple, as he’s already fallen asleep. Oh yes, Rossland Grier is doing incredible things to my heart.
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