A Contract gone wrong.
Kru Hawthorne left home years ago. Unable to watch the abuse his sister suffered at the hands of Magnum and his cronies, Kru hit the road. Chased by the demons of his past, he drifts for years before making a home in the seedy underbelly of Las Vegas, Nevada.
Gabby Salvador, sister to Craven Salvador, President of the Vipers motorcycle club, watched her brother take his last breath. When the devastatingly handsome Kru arrives moments later, she knows something isn’t right. Sticking to the shadows, she follows him to Rapid City, South Dakota, and finds something she never expected.
One text that changes everything.
Kru and Gabby’s lives collide through a text and an attempt on Gabby’s life. Together they’ll have to figure out who put the hit on Craven and why they want Gabby as well. But, with the full moon, Gabby will be faced with an even bigger decision. Trust the man who isn’t what he claims to be and take the protection he offers, or hit the road and pray she’s never found.
“Of all the people who could’ve been looking for me, it’s you.” His muscular frame settled into the chair next to the table where she’d been working. “If you’re thinking about killing me, it won’t happen, Gabby.”
Her heart lurched. Adrenaline kicked in along with her fight or flight instinct. The way he gazed at her like a predatory animal made a sliver of unease wiggle through her. “Well, at least we know where we stand, Kru,” she said, straightening her shoulders. “You must know the real reason I asked you here.”
“Explain it for me, beautiful? I’m having a hard time remembering,” he drawled, while giving her a smoldering look.
“You know damn well what I’m talking about,” she snarled, amazed at his relaxed posture. He eased the curtain open a little then glanced over at her, waiting for her to continue. “Do I have to spell it out?” Anger replaced her apprehension.
“No, but I’d like your assessment of what happened. I’m almost positive you were the one in Craven’s office. Tell me what you saw.” He folded his hands in his lap like he didn’t have a care in the world.
She curled her tongue against her cheek and nodded. “Okay, cabrón. We’ll play your game.” Gabby sat forward in her chair, her hands trembling with repressed anger. “I saw your ass storm into my brother’s office, gun drawn, like you were going to kill him. Which means only one or two thing—you were contracted or you had a beef with my brother.”
TL Reeve, a multi-published author with Cobblestone Press, Decadent Publishing, Evernight Publishing, and Loose-Id, was born out of a love of family and a bond that became unbreakable. Living in Alabama, TL misses Los Angeles, and will one day return to the beaches of Southern California to ride the waves at Huntington Beach. When not writing something hot and sexy, TL can be found curled up with a good book, or working on homework with a cute little pixie.
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