looking at her gorgeous blue eyes and sexy smile, I couldn’t imagine loving her more. My eyes zeroed in on her hands as she reached behind her and unhooked her lace bra. She took her time letting the straps cascade down her shoulders and slowly down her arms, revealing her perfect breasts in her own time and way. Damn. She knew just how to torture me in all the right ways.
Unable to resist a moment longer, I stepped towards her and pressed my mouth against her. Her lips were so soft, so warm, and as her tongue brushed against mine, a deep moan vibrated through my chest. My hands became possessive, roaming, squeezing, and pulling her tightly against me. Damn. I’d never get enough of this woman. Never.
Turned out, taking a chance on her was the best decision I’ve ever made.
I hadn’t just found the love of my life.
I’d found my home.
The End
More from the Ruthless Sinners coming soon.
Be sure to check out the excerpt from Holding On after the acknowledgments.
Acknowledgments
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I am blessed to have so many wonderful people who are willing to give their time and effort to making my books the best they can be. Without them, I wouldn’t be able to breathe life into my characters and share their stories with you. To the people I’ve listed below and so many others, I want to say thank you for taking this journey with me. Your support means the world to me, and I truly mean it when I say I appreciate everything you do. I love you all!
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Excerpt from Secrets We Keep- Ruthless Sinners Book 3
Prologue
I was just sixteen years old when I saw them for the first time. I was in the doorway of my garage, helping my ol’ man patch a flat tire on my Kawasaki Vulcan. It was my first motorcycle, and while it was no Harley, I was proud to call it mine. Hell, I’d just about worn the damn wheels off it, which was why my father was outside giving me a hand.
He was busy griping about missing the big game when I heard the faint hum of motorcycles coming our way. Like a moth drawn to a flame, I stepped out of the garage and down the driveway in hopes of getting a better look. The low rumble quickly morphed into a thunderous roar as the bikes continued in my direction. I was beside myself. Every fiber of my being was vibrating with anticipation; in my gut, I knew something big was about to happen. I just had no idea what it was—only that my life was about to take on a new direction.
I ventured a little further down the driveway, and that’s when I finally saw them. There were at least twenty bikers, each wearing black leather jackets with Ruthless Sinners embroidered on the back. They rode side by side as they barreled down the road, power and confidence radiating off of them like nothing I’d ever seen. I wasn’t some sheltered kid who’d never seen bikers before, but I’d never seen so many so close. As I stood there in my driveway, I could actually feel the vibration of their engines rattling through my chest and was completely enthralled by the moment. I couldn’t move. I could only stand there with my eyes wide and my mouth gaping open. And then it happened. One of the bikers looked in my direction and gave me a quick nod, and when several others followed suit, my day was made. I was just a dumb kid who didn’t know much of anything, but one thing I was certain of: I wanted to be a Ruthless Sinner.
Over the next few years, I graduated high school and even took a couple of classes at a local community college, but I never forgot about that moment in my driveway. In fact, I thought about it all the time. I was beginning to worry my idea of joining the Ruthless Sinners was just some pipe dream until the day