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From New York Times and Top 100 bestseller Marata Eros, comes a #1 Amazon Heist & Organized Crime Thriller and Top 100 Bestselling series.
Synopsis:
Storm's done with the FBI and has his own code of ethics. There's not a human being drawing air who's going to change his path. It's Road Kill MC, clubwhores who don't mind the brand he brings, and the one percenter's life. Period.
Kendra has been traumatized, not once, but twice. When Storm sends mixed signals she can't untangle, she thinks Perry might be the easier choice and as Kendra mentally heals from the attacks, she feels too unhinged to deal with Storm's volatility.
Noose tries to divert disaster in the ranks by culling the herd of clubwhores at RK MC, starting with Crystal. But she won't go easily, setting the ultimate trap for Storm. One that he can't escape from. One that will take down the fragile relationship he's begun with the only woman who ever mattered beside the mother who orphaned him as a newborn.
When an unbelievable family tie is revealed, along with a disaster-in-the-making, can Storm survive the revelation of his lifetime and win back a woman he unintentionally wronged? After a lifetime of abuse, distrust and neglect, can Storm move beyond his history to love Kendra and save himself?
Full-length novel. Can be read as a standalone.
An Amazon #1 Thriller and Top 100 bestselling series. The finale to the Road Kill MC serial.
I'm not on the back of his bike. No wind tears at the fragile hairstyle I fashioned for Temp's wedding to Puck.
But the total silence is deafening.
Between us stand the violent events from this past weekend at Viper's. The things left unsaid bulge like an undiscovered tumor.
His large hands grip the steering wheel of a really nice SUV, so at odds with the bike I always see between his legs. I spy dark hair he's barely let grow out from a buzz cut, and his strong jaw gives way to broad shoulders with big muscles sprouting baby muscles. The skin of the knuckles on his right hand is scabbed over from beating on Perry—and taking some abuse himself.
I keep reminding myself that Storm's real name isn't actually Storm.
It's Ren Stanwood, and he's former FBI.
I know this because I've done some digging just to torture myself.
I'm an IT chick, STEM—science, technology, engineering, and mathematics—to the core, and prefer logic, reason, and the explainable. I'm not a freelance web designer for nothing. I didn't just fall into a coding career by sheer luck. When I was in school, I was always great at math and science.
And I used every bit of that skill set to light-finger hack around about Storm. But I found more questions than answers.
I should have listened to that tiny bit of women's intuition all of us have. That instinct had told me to leave Storm and what he represented alone and go with Perry—the dude who's not a biker, still an undercover cop, and doesn't send every mixed signal I can think of and some more I don't want to think about.
Stay with the safe dude, Kendra.
But when have I ever been safe?
Never is that answer.
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