Their love was doomed from the start.
Nadia knew better than to fall in love with someone like Hunter. Her role as the daughter of the Midnight Stalkers' president is clear. She was born into the club, and she is supposed to die for it.
But then Hunter walked into her life, and everything changed...
Hunter came to town with a deadly mission. The Sons of Rebellion are depending on their tough Sergeant at Arms to put an end to the evil deeds of the Midnight Stalkers. But when Hunter starts to spill blood, he has a new problem.
It's not just the Midnight Stalkers he's tearing apart, but Nadia's life.
Their love should not have happened, but now it is too late. For the first time, Nadia and Hunter will have to ask themselves a question. Which is more important: love or family?
Each book in the series has sold very well and ranked highly.
T WAS FINALLY TIME to get down to business
I clenched my fists tight on the handlebars. It was time. My Harley rumbled underneath me like an extension of my body. I came into a curve and leaned over until the wheels rounded the corner. It was as natural as breathing, as walking.
My bike was a part of me. She didn't have my scars, but how many times had I wiped blood off of her shining metal? And today, was I going to have to do it again?
I took a deep breath. The ground was rocky. I tore through the stones, whipping past them. The wheels kicked them up into the air, throwing them behind me. A single stone hit my face. It wasn't too big, but just enough to slice a thin cut across my cheek.
Fuck. What was I doing? I had to get my shit together!
This would be easy. I just had to get back to Jase and Brent. We'd deal with this guy, and that would be it. It would be clean. Quick. Easy.
We'd do the job just like we were supposed to. It wasn't anything complicated. Just killing someone.
Someone who was part of the Midnight Stalkers. My enemies' motorcycle club. Nadia's motorcycle club.
The face she had on when I left! Damn! Those big brown eyes were staring at me, begging me not to go. If anyone could have stopped me, it was her. The way she looked even without a scrap of clothing on her. Like the shitty hotel sheets weren't even fit to touch her skin.
Just remembering that, my dick stirred in my pants. Nadia smell was still on me, and I could feel her lips pressed against mine. It was like she was following me. No. There was no time for that.
| Language | Status |
|---|---|
|
Italian
|
Already translated.
Translated by Nicoleta Liana Petrut
|
|
Portuguese
|
Already translated.
Translated by Andrea Moreira
|
|
Spanish
|
Already translated.
Translated by Lia Garcia
|
