Protecting Her Heart (Seals Security Book 3) (23 page)

Edited Titles

Reaper Unleashed

Book 1

Blue Bandits MC

Reaper and Sarah’s story

Animal Passions

Book 2

Blue Bandits MC

Animal and Sammy’s story

Melted Iron

Book 3

Blue Bandits MC

Iron and Rosalind’s story

Burning Desires

Book 4

Blue Bandits MC

Burner and Kelsey’s story

Red Devils Series

Taming Lucca

Book 1

Red Devils MC

Lucca and Molly’s story

Claiming Racheal

Book 2

Red Devils MC

Tiny and Racheal’s story

Coming Soon

Death Ride

Book 5

Blue Bandits MC

Death Rider and Jamie’s story

July 2015

New Series

Untitled

Book 1

Grave Diggers MC

Buck and Tessa’s Story

Out Late Summer2016

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Sneak Peek:

Death Ride – Unedited

Death Rider took another swig of his beer and glanced towards the door. He’d been here for over three hours and Blade was supposed to be here an hour ago. Showing up early was his way of being sure it wasn’t a trap and assuring himself that he had a good escape route planed before the meet.

Reaper had called him several weeks ago with Blade’s request and he’d agreed to meet him alone but told Blade he would decide when and where. Blade had agreed quickly, almost too quickly. He’d set the meet here because there were three exits and one window he could fit through if shit hit the fan. Death trusted Reaper’s gut feelings they’d saved his ass more than once so when Reaper called to warn him that it could be a trap he’d listened.

Death was beginning to think Reaper’s feeling may have saved him again because Blade hadn’t showed. Likely because any move he tried to make here would end with Death walking away unscathed and forewarned about his plans. Rubbing the back of his neck hoping to release the tension there, he leaned back on the bar still watching the door. It was about time for him to get out of here; he had waited long enough for Blade to show. Death drank the last of his beer and set the bottle back on the bar.

Digging in his pocket for some credits, he heard the door open and glanced towards it. He saw a pretty brunette in a green dress that fell to her mid thighs step into the bar. The dress was cut low in a deep fitted V that showed off her moderately large cleavage; the skirt was flared and when she moved it swayed back and forth across her sleek thighs. Her waist wasn’t skinny but she wasn’t heavy either, just womanly. Something about her drew his attention strongly and unexpectedly he was transfixed, his gaze following her as she shifted slightly. 

At first he thought that she was the type of woman you would see in a place like this but as he watched her, his assessment changed. He could tell that she wasn’t the type of woman who knew the score. One who didn’t mind a good hard fuck, but the way she held her body seemed off. He noted how she seemed to look around as if searching for someone but by the way her fingers worried the hem of her dress, he could tell she wasn’t used to wearing revealing clothing. Death tilted his head watching her, trying to put his finger on why he was fixated on her.

She stiffened her shoulders, her eyes moving over to the bar before she moved in his direction. When she neared, he thought she would sit down on the stool next to him but she kept going past him, sitting three stools down. Death sat back down on his own stool now with one eye trained on her. She wiggled a little and raised her hand for the barkeep, who moved towards her.

“What’ll you have?” the bartender, a husky man in his early forties with a thick beard and a bald head, asked her.

“A whiskey please,” she replied and Death felt her husky, almost shaky voice send a hard rush of desire to his cock. He knew what it was about her that drew him then. It was her lack of carnal knowledge. No woman who spoke like that and worried the hem on her garment was experienced enough to handle a place like this and men like him.

A man was already advancing on her but he caught his attention and tapped his gun, shaking his head. The man stared at him for a long moment before nodding and moving away. The woman was still shifting awkwardly on the stool and didn’t notice the man or Death warning him away, which let Death know he was right about her being inexperienced. Death observed her lift the drink the bartender had set in front of her and take a large gulp, her cheeks pinking a little as she set it back on the bar. It was obvious that she didn’t drink much when she coughed a little and Death tapped the bar, letting the bartender know that he wanted another beer.

He waited to see what she would do next, his whole focus on her now. He would bet that she was the straight-laced type who wanted a bit of a walk on the wild side. She likely didn’t know the dangers of what she was doing in coming here tonight but he did. If she chickened out at some point most of the men who frequented this place wouldn’t be allowing her to just walk away, which was why he would have to be the man she left with, Death decided.

Death told himself as he gazed at her, his hand lifting the beer he’d just ordered to his lips and taking a long swig before setting it back down, that it had nothing to do with his hardened cock or the desire that now thrummed through him. She leaned back, her eyes casting around the room and landing on several men before coming back to him. She smiled tentatively at him then turned back to her whiskey.

Death stood and she glanced at him, her face falling slightly when he tossed credits on the bar for his drinks. He saw her finger sliding around the top of her glass and thought perhaps she was worried he would leave and she’d be stuck with the other offerings in the bar for bed partners. He wasn’t conceited, he just knew that the men who were here tonight weren’t very good looking and many of them didn’t bathe frequently. An inexperienced woman like her wouldn’t want to be with those types of men.

He moved towards her standing close behind her, watching as she pulled a tube of lip gloss from her bag and began applying it to her lips. It made them glisten when she turned to look at him behind her when his hand landed on the bar near her.

“You want to go home with me?” Death asked softly.

His mind was made up and if she was here for the reasons he suspected, it would be easer for her to just get the show on the road so to speak rather than make her wade through awkward conversation that might make her more nervous than she already was. Her eyes widened and she looked him up and down, her cheeks suddenly pink, and she glanced around before she nodded hesitantly. She slid off the stool to stand next to him.

“You don’t want to finish your drink?” he asked, thinking she might need the liquid courage it would give her to walk out of here with him. She glanced at the drink as she shoved the lip gloss back into her purse and shook her head. Death nodded; if she was ready then they were out of here. He took her arm guiding her towards the door with his hand cupping her elbow. She seemed a little scared and her arm trembled where he held it, making him grin.

Once they were outside he tugged her towards his bike but she hesitated, pulling at her arm, and he released it to turn and face her. She was nervously running her fingers along the hem of her dress again, her hand other hand was clutching her purse.

“You change your mind, sugar?” he asked, hoping that she hadn’t because his cock was throbbing with his need to take her now that he was almost to his goal.

“No,” she huskily replied and he felt the word in his groin. Fuck, her voice was sexy.

Death waited to see what else she would say or do. They were standing near the alley and she glanced into it as if afraid someone was going to jump out at them. Death watched her as she stepped toward him, her hands on his upper arms as she moved closer. Death realized she wanted to kiss him when she stood on her tiptoes, her body pressing against his.

Leaning forward, he pulled her closer, his hands on her waist, ready to give her exactly what she wanted. He pressed his mouth to hers, his tongue having to run over her lips, but she didn’t open hers for him. Death pulled back, looking down at her wondering suddenly if she was completely innocent, like as in a virgin, because that kiss was not one even an inexperienced woman would have given unless she’d never been kissed before. Death felt a little disoriented suddenly as he stared at her and his hands caught her arms as she frowned at him.

“I’m sorry,” she whispered and Death wondered why she was apologizing to him. He didn’t care if she was a virgin, if she was willing he would fuck her. His head felt heavy and his arms seemed to be becoming limp and kind of unresponsive. His knees gave out and he was suddenly kneeling on the pavement, her arms still clutched in his hands as he stared at her in shock. His hands fell away from her arms as they stopped working completely.

Fuck, she’d just drugged him.

How the fuck had she done it, he wondered? He knew damned good and well she hadn’t put it in his drink and he was sure she hadn’t stuck him with anything. He stared up at her trying to puzzle it out. She was wiping her lips with a cloth she’d removed from her purse and suddenly the tube of lip gloss popped into his head and he wanted to yell but he was already too disoriented to do so.

He did manage to utter coldly, “You fucking bitch.”

“Tsk Tsk, Death, my dear boy such language. I bet you’re wishing now that you weren’t so keen on being a white knight for Becky’s damsel in distress, aren’t you,” Blade said, stepping out of the alley.

“You don’t have to be so cruel about it,” Becky snapped at him, but he ignored her.

Death wanted to hit him but his arms still wouldn’t work and his body was becoming heavy as he watched Blade move closer. His head spun as the drug took more control over his body and he shifted forwards, headed towards the hard concrete.

Jamie Franklin watched as her brother allowed the biker she’d just drugged fall face first into the hard concrete parking lot. She winced.
Damn if he’d been awake that would have hurt like a bitch.
She wasn’t too keen on this idea but Evert had insisted. He felt it was the only way they would be able to get Death to listen to them about the club. Not that she thought it would be easy to make him see reason after taking in the intense way he’d looked at her as he’d fell while calling her a bitch. Him calling her that stung a little but she couldn’t say she didn’t deserve it after what she’d done to him. Letting out a sigh, she realized that even though she’d agreed to trap the poor man for Evert she wasn’t sure it had been the right thing to do. He’d been really pissed if the glare he’d managed to give her before he finally passed out had been any indication.

“Evert maybe this was a bad idea and we should just leave him here for his MC to find. I mean he was pretty mad and that won’t help your case. And why did you tell him my name was Becky?” Jamie tilted her head watching Evert lean down to check the man’s pulse.

“Jamie, how many times do I need to tell you that my names Blade not Evert. And I told him you were Becky because I don’t want him to know who you are. And we’ve been over this and I’ve already told you this is the only way to make this work,” Her brother looked up at her with an exasperated look on his face and she rolled her eyes.

“First of all that’s not what our mother named you so I won’t call you by that stupid handle.” She informed him wondering why the handle his buddies had given him was the only name he wanted to be known by. She continued with a frown, “But I still think this was a really bad idea and we should leave him here and try to convince them another way.”

Apparently naming your friends something stupid was the same for every man who entered an MC because he’d called the man he was currently turning over Death. Jamie rolled her eyes because it was dumb that they couldn’t just go by the name their mother’s gave them instead of the handles they’d given each other. I mean who wanted to be called
Death
?

She would bet
“Death”
wasn’t his name because he was warm and fuzzy. Nope, that name didn’t bode well for either of them because a handle was usually given to someone because they were good at something. Her brother was good with knives hence his moniker of
Blade
. Watching as Blade turned him over onto his back and Jamie winced. Death’s face was scraped and bloody.
Damn, he would likely have a scar when the cut on his chin healed
. How the ground had done that much damage when he’d only fell a short distance she couldn’t fathom.