Meet the characters:
Hawk is meant to lead a club of his own and with the guidance of his good friend and mentor, Guard from Satan’s Pride, the Redemption Riders were born. Devoted to his club and brothers, he doesn’t have the time for a woman in his life. However, when the right woman comes along, you make time.
Etain is coming off a bad relationship and isn’t looking for another man or love. She wants to get her life back on track and focus on her career. Hawk is a force she wasn’t prepared for, and her emotions run wild every time he’s near and now that she works for him, she can’t avoid her feelings.
A rival club threatens to invade the Redemption Rider’s territory and Etain’s ex refuses to accept the breakup. Can they survive the storm?
Feel the passion:
I flip the card over and contemplate my situation. After years of being with Robert, finding out he’s a total douche is a hit to my pride. I thought my heart would hurt, but I’m just angry. The sex was all right, and he was a good companion. We were both driven at work, and when Robert hung up his shingle to start his own law practice, I provided an added bonus and was able to provide bookkeeping services for him, but had an add-on service for clients.
I poured everything I had into our joint venture, but apparently, while I was working late nights, Robert was fooling around. When I came home early one night and heard sounds coming from our bedroom, I was stunned to see Robert in bed with the newly hired receptionist.
My temper flared, and I took out my phone and started snapping photos. “Say cheese,” I said with sugary sweetness. They stopped and stared at me. “Can’t wait to post this shit.” Then I grabbed my overnight bag and started to pack.
Robert pleaded with me to talk to him. He was only worried that I’d post the pictures I took and his clients would drop off. I told him I was coming back to get the rest of my things the next day and he could watch me delete them from my phone. He had no choice but to agree. I’m not stupid; I saved my photos to the cloud, just in case Robert decided to get nasty.
I packed all I could in my car and put any furniture I had into a small storage locker until I decided where to go from there.
As I sit at this counter now, I think of my options. I could go back and work it out with Robert. After all, I invested a lot in the business. Not a chance in hell! No way I could ever trust him again. I guess I could get back in my car and keep driving to a bigger city where I could cast a wider net among the job prospects. But I like the quiet of a small town, and I’ve been working crazy hours that have amounted to a mountain of nothing.
My final choice would be to take Hawk up on his offer and go to the garage tomorrow. I have enough money to last me for a while. I’ve always been a saver, and somewhere inside me, I must have had the inkling that I couldn’t depend on Robert.
I tap the card to my chin. Hawk is nothing like the guys I usually go for. He’s hot! Not just handsome, but hot! The kind of man who comes to you in your dreams and does deliciously dirty things to you, making you wake up panting for more. I could stare into those cobalt-blue eyes for hours.
I should get in my car and keep driving, but I won’t.
Leaves you wanting more:
“What’s up, Red? How can I help you?” Flex asks with a grin. The dumb fuck thinks he’s got a fucking shot in hell with Etain. I’m putting a stop to that right now.
“Flex, back to work. Ginger’s here to see me,” I tell him. My voice is curter than it should be, but I think I held my cool well considering I wanted to punch him in the face for the leering glance he gave Etain.
Etain sees me standing at the far end of the shop and comes toward me. Flex can’t help himself and takes another look as she walks away, his eyes on her ass, then gets back under the hood. I can’t say I blame him; Etain has a fine ass, and legs, and everything else.
“I told you not to call me Ginger,” she starts.
“I think it suits you.”
“And to think my parents agonized over what to call me, just to have you rename me,” she replies sarcastically. “Shall I get it officially changed?”
“No need. I’m the only one who will ever call you that,” I tease. She rolls her eyes, and I immediately want to haul her into my office, spread her across my desk and fuck her until I can’t walk. I nudge the door open and motion for her to step inside. I sense the other guys on the floor watching, but refuse to acknowledge them, stepping in after her instead.
It’s torture seeing how her skirt hugs her ass, my fingers itching to skim under the hem and inch it upward.
“Have a seat,” I say, tapping the backrest of the chair. She takes her seat, and I stand in front of her, leaning on the edge of the desk, bracing my hands on the wood.
“I’ve brought a copy of my résumé. Unfortunately, I haven’t been able to add my last job. As you know, I haven’t had the opportunity to get settled, and this interview came out of the blue,” she says, handing me her neatly organized résumé, complete with plastic covering.
I pretend to scan her qualifications, but I already know I want her with me. It will be a bonus if she can get this mess of paperwork I’ve been drowning in organized and ready for the accountant. I’ve been putting him off for the last month.
“I don’t put a lot of stock in paper,” I tell her, waving her résumé, then setting it down on the desk. “This is the hell I’m in.” I point to several piles of invoices and packing slips sitting on the desk and filing cabinets around the room.
She gazes around at the clutter strewn about. She shakes her head and asks, “Don’t you have a system?”
“We started the garage two years ago. It was a slow go for the first few months, then it exploded. I can hardly keep up with keeping parts stocked and handling the shifts for all the men. It’s only gotten progressively busier, and customers come first,” I explain.
“And you didn’t think to hire someone before now?” Her voice rises an octave. “Do you even have accounting software?” She must see by my sheepish expression that I don’t. “It’s going to take over a month to go through all this and enter it into the database, then I’m going to have to match it to the bank accounts to make sure everything is accounted for.”
I can already see the wheels spinning in her head. “I’ll need you full-time, and I’ll pay above the going rate, plus expenses, but I need you to start immediately,” I say.
She looks at me, confused. “What expenses? Pencils?” She laughs. Her laugh is contagious, and I find myself laughing along.
“Whatever you need.”
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