Night Rider (Biker Erotic Romance)

Résumé du livre

Introducing Sharon Cox's latest erotic MC tale: Night Rider!
 

Stella Morgan has it all. The perfect family, stunning good looks, a successful career, and a doting fiance. Or....so she thought. On the day of Stella's wedding, her fiance Matthew runs off with another woman. Josie – Stella's best friend since childhood. Hurt and faced with the sudden realization that her entire world has crumbled around her, Stella can only think of one thing to do. Run. And she does just that – finding solitude in a handsome strangers arms.

His name is Carter Pierson – Vice President of one of the most dangerous biker clubs in town. He's rough, built like a brick house and more dangerous than Stella can even imagine. She doesn't realize it but he'll change the course of her life as she knows it, forcing the sheltered young woman to break out of her shell and experience things she never thought possible.

All she has to do is hold on tight for the ride...

 

WARNING:

This is a rough, wild, and steamy tale involving explicit sex. Packed from start to finish with scenes that are guaranteed to have you glued to the seat of your bike! Reader discretion is advised.
 

EXCERPT:

The bike came to a full stop in front of her. Then, a rugged looking man climbed off. He looked vaguely familiar to Stella, but she couldn’t quite place how she knew him. He was quite large and stocky, yet handsome at the same time, in a dangerous sort of way. He wore a red bandana on his head, his curly black hair sticking out around his face. The entire look was offset by the heavy leather cut he was wearing, which only made him all the more intimating.
“Who the hell are you?” Stella asked sharply, her voice small.
The man laughed.
“Me? I’m the guy that’s going to be pounding you into oblivion for the next week, sweetheart. The only thing you need to do is hop on my bike.”
Stella couldn’t believe her ears. Who the hell did this guy think he was?
“What the –” She began, but the man silenced her, bringing a calloused finger to Stella’s lips as he shook his head.
“Don’t bother.” He whispered menacingly.
Once again, Stella could feel tears surfacing in her eyes. Why was this happening?
“Fuck you.” She yelled.
The man laughed.
“That’s the plan princess. Now, I suggest you get your ass on my bike.”
But Stella stood her ground. Partly because she was afraid of the man, and partly because she felt too frozen in fear to move.
When he realized Stella wasn’t going to get on the bike on her own, the man lurched forward, grabbing her up like a rag doll and setting her on the leather seat.
“Stop! Wait!” Stella yelled as he eased the throttle up, putting the bike into motion as he gripped the clutch.
It started to roll then, but the man brought it to a halt, looking back at Stella.
“What…what’s your name?” She asked softly.
Maybe, I can reason with him, Stella thought hopefully.
“Carter Pierson.” He said sternly, clearing his throat and spitting in the dirt.