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As Reapers Motorcycle Club president,
Reese “Picnic” Hayes has given his entire life to the club. After losing his
wife, he knew he’d never love another woman. And with two daughters to raise
and a club to manage, that was just fine with him. These days, Reese keeps his
relationships free and easy—he definitely doesn’t want to waste his time on a
glorified cleaning lady like London Armstrong.
Too bad he’s completely obsessed with
her.
Besides running her own business,
London’s got her junkie cousin’s daughter to look after—a more reckless than
average eighteen-year-old. Sure she’s attracted to the Reapers’ president, but
she’s not stupid. Reese Hayes is a criminal and a thug. But when her young
cousin gets caught up with a ruthless drug cartel, Reese might be the only man
who can help her. Now London has to make the hardest decision of her life—how
far will she go to save her family?
EXCERPT
I shuddered, and shook my head, burying
my face in his shoulder as he started working my clit harder. My hips twisted
over his, grinding his cock down hard as the tension built inside me.
“Ladies first,” he whispered, then used
his hand on my ass to lift me just enough for him to shove three fingers down
deep inside. Holy crap. I don’t know how he pulled it off logistically and I
didn’t care. All that mattered was the way he filled me up and ground down on
my clit at the same time. My heart was beating too fast and I felt dizzy with
need and desire and pleasure that wound so tight I thought I might explode. Oh,
God… please explode! Then it hit and I bit his shoulder so I wouldn’t scream,
waves of ecstasy shattering me. My body went lump over his, and he pulled the
hand that’d tortured me free. Then it was at my mouth, pushing inside until I tasted
myself all over him as he gripped my jaw in a soft but firm hold.
“You ready to suck my cock?”
I nodded so fast it made me dizzy. Then I
slithered down his body, ripping at his jeans and pulling his belt free. he
lifted his hips to help me, his erection springing free to slap up against his
belly. Id seen it before, of course, but never quite this close and personal.
We hadn’t had a normal courtship, and I realized with a shock that we’d only
had sex three times, total. Wow. Felt like so much more than that.
A little frission of excitement raced up
my spine- there was so much more about him I couldn’t wait to learn. I giggled,
giddy and he grinned down at me, wrapping his fingers tight into my hair.
“I feel like a kid when I’m with you.”
“I do, too,” I whispered back.
Previous Books in the Reaper’s MC Series
Reaper’s Property (Reaper's MC #1)
Reaper’s Legacy (Reaper's MC #2)
Devil’s Game (Reaper's MC #3)
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ABOUT JOANNA
Joanna is a freelance writer living in
Coeur d’Alene, Idaho. She started writing fiction in 2002, then took a long
hiatus to explore other writing opportunities. She returned to fiction in
January 2013 with ‘Reaper’s Property’, the first book in the Reapers Motorcycle
Club series.
